(E Major)
And she was
Grist to his mill
And he was
Grit to her pearl
And she was
Salve to his burn
And he was
Soil to her furrow
And she was
Touch to his skin
And he was
Pulse to her beat
And she was
Cry to his voice
And he was
Wave to her shore
And she was
Roof to his wall
And he was
Chink to her glass
And she was
A snake uncoiling from its burrow
A long time underground
And he was
A flower grown from a word
Dropped in soil but a flower
And she was
A glass blown from the lips of a child
An apprentice piece
And he was
A crow plucking fur from the back
Of a horse for its nest
The horse purring
And she was
A crow dropping a twig
For her crow lover to catch
Whirling and twirling
And he was
A grain of sand waiting for a shell
Waiting for an ear
To fall into
And she was
An ear listening to a wave
In the mouth of a shell
An ear with an itch
And he was
A hand buffing a jewel that was a grain
Of sand that was a pearl
And she was
A grain grinding at his stone
Until her husk shed and she was flour
And he was
A flame eating up the curtains
And she was
Rain soaking through the rafters
And he was
Earth to her burrow
And she was
Hoof to his horse
And he was
Funk to her punk
And she was
Nipple to his navel
And he was
Lips to her glass
And she was
Stem to his flower
And he was
Scratch to her itch
And she was
Sky to his fall
And he was
An ecstatic raindrop
And they were laughing and laughing and could not stop