Skin deep, yet paper thin
baby peel back your clothes
and let me in
i am the forest
and all of the trees
i am the giver and maker of these
i am the rock on which you cleverly sit
and i am the moss on the back of it
i am water
i am air
i am in your lungs
and you don't even care
i am your eyes
that you use
to stare out at fate
and i am the child
that will patiently wait

dear, my love
why have things gone this way
and what answers do have
to the questions that we ask
laying naked
pillow talk
under the big sun