It is easy
To give myself to you
To meet you
Where you are when
You need care
Because I know how to
Give
But when it comes to my
Own circle
This body is covered in skin
Like metal where I
Boil my own insides
To steep the herbs that
Grow from my liver
And as my guts turn
To desert I
Find myself
Far less parched than
Quenched by this
Well I draw from
As you drink.