Who Would Want to Hear What I Have to Say?

Who would want to hear what I have to say

When everyone can see that my mouth is young?

My voice is smooth and sometimes shaky

Who could trust a body like mine to have seen

Into the depth of blue, between the clouds

Past the soil, and to have imagined how warm the core

To have felt the ghost pass by me close?

How could a face staring so blankly

And wearing such skin have excavated ore from any depths

Or peered into any distance knowingly?

But my body holds songs

My clear eyes see the shimmering flesh

And oh the depth of my appetite

So if you come to my place I'll invite you in

And you can blindfold yourself and hear how swiftly I move

And you'll smell with your nose what I cooked for you

And I'll describe with my young mouth what I've seen