Women's hands, turning me
Back to the water now, going deep
Hair spread out on the rocks
My heart in my mouth like a selkie
When she cracks me open
When I can't see
Paint the picture again
for me
Women's hands
Feel like the road is a roadway
Feel like I'm carried, I'm carried
Feel like she's turned up
the fire that's on me
Purity, familiarity, ancient history
When she cracks me open,
I can see
I see mosaics on the walls,
all the little pieces glistening
In
Italian churches, frankincense, and cold stone,
and the mother, and the virgin, and
the innocent, and the innocence lost,
the shame that makes its way into our cells, so
that our bodies begin to doubt, putting out the fairy lights,
so that it's hard to embrace
And we become a single wave
Flapping in circles
A self -denial and self -loathing
But I remember, I remember
We came in with the lights
We came in with the lights
And I'm building a bridge,
out of the darkness, across the years
To my solar plexus, bathed in yellow light
I'm finding a place, a hidden seed
I see myself, moving in sunlight
Not yet bloomed, dancing
And I can see that it is perfect
And I can see that I am perfect
Here beneath my trembling chest
Here beneath, beneath it all
Despite the fall
Grace, truth, beauty, love
Grace, truth, beauty, love
We had it all
We had it all
When she cracks me open
I can't see
Paint the picture with her for me
Paint the picture with her for me
Mother love, sister ship,
women's house
Mother love, sister ship,
women's house
Mother love, sister ship,
wo men's health
Mother love, sister ship,
women's health
Wo men's health
you