you are the serpent, i am the tree.

we are the star inside the fruit.

you are the body, i am the tomb.

i am the tongue of the hungry bee

you are the stem torn from the the root

you are the serpent, i am the tree.

beloved, we are incomplete.

the open womb cannot be shut.

you are the serpent, i am the tree.

you are the throat of a tightened drum

we are the blood flow from the cut

you are the body, i am the tomb.

waken the sense that's long gone numb

shudder at nature's shameless rut

you are the body, i am the tomb.

we are the voice that's long gone mute.

i am the body, you are the tomb.

mine is the throb you do not see.

i am the serpent, you are the tree.

copyright © 2004 by christine hoff kraemer