each of these my
three babies I
will carry with me
for myself I
ask no one else will be
mother to these three
and of course I'm
like a wild horse but there's
no other way I could be
water and feed are not
tools that I need for the
thing that I've chosen to be
in my soul
my blood and my bones
I have wrapped your cold bodies around me
the face on you
the smell of you
will always be with me
each of these my
three babies I
was not willing to leave
though I tried I
blasphemed + denied I know
they will be returned to me
each of these my babies have
brought you closer to me
no longer mad like a horse
I'm still wild but not lost from the
thing that I've chosen to be
and it's 'cause you've thrilled me
silenced me
stilled me
proved things I never believed
the face on you
the smell of you
will always be with me.
each of these my
three babies I
will carry with me
for myself I
ask no one else will be
mother to these three.