Johnessa Griffin
Trembling like a leaf,
shaking like a branch,
baby grab my arms,
and we can leap and dance.
I ain’t really love you none,
but I really love this song,
so you gotta dance with me,
till the tree trunks sway along.
Two deer who frolic in the forest,
neither possessing prongs,
but one begins to leap,
and the other hurries on.
They can’t keep up!
Like a bee to a flower,
or a gardener to a plot,
you think you and I are meant to be,
but really babe we’re not.
We’re more like flowers,
who bloom together but
choke the other out.
Cannibalism, babe
that’s what nature’s about.