We look up, silently
Without quite music
My face four days old
You look newborn
There`s fear in your frown, like mine
No distance away
Noticing your hand
Half round my head
And on my face
Protecting me, protecting me
Afraid of your frown, don`t change
For me expressions
A button undone
The earth that`s on my back
And in my hair
Portraying me, portraying me
You`re so clean, untouched
Like me experience possessed
She breathes so tence
Flexes her hand
Don`t relax
Projecting me, projecting me.....
