Can life be put in a coffin?
Isn\'t this where death is at home?
Can happiness relate to exposure?
Isn\'t unhappiest he, who is exposed?
 
Can water knot two bodies?
Can water bind two souls?
Isn\'t water tastelessly coulourless?
What happens when water flows?
 
Do you know about the water in me?
About this thick red rancid fluid?
Would you let me bathe you in it?
If I asked you would you drink it?
 
Do you know that my body
Is a coffin filled with fears
And fragile bones and rusty habits
And poisoned dreams and no ideals?
 
Do you want it to be your bathtub?
And my blood be your water?
And my breath be your nutriment?
And my soul be your ocean?
 
Why would you want to stop the water
If I  lay naked beside you?
Let it flow into its ocean
And let my love gently guide you.