Masque Feeding Her
I could teach your tongue to taste She whispered, she, who did not show Naked ran her feet in vain Weakness racked her bones, it knew Feet like those will not remain Wasted was her breath upon him Laughs and cries to raise his faith So ardent was the trembling voice Tried not to let his hands away Like light leaves the pleas went down As light leaves the bile will not drown He raised his hands, subdued the shivering And ran his tongue across the palms He felt the life along the fingers And let its breath refill his lungs The hands were love and they were joy Like fruit wine they brought delight But rest won't breathe in empty hands And empty they were folded tight Like leaves the pleas went down As light leaves the bile will not drown (Words: Sahlin Music: Rellmark)
