hide me under you

cover me with mulberry silk

envelope my body in your arms

hide me under your head

and whisper in my ear, 

you're dead,

you're dead

I'm a frail feather from the forest bed

you picked me before a word was said

caressed my hair with warmth, 

in the pocket of your coat

and so i will put my hand on your cheek, 

and infume my spleen with the petals therein