Towers

for the love, I'd fallen on

in the swampy August dawn

what a mischief you would bring young darling!

when the onus is not all your own

when you’re up for it before you’ve grown

from the faun forever gone

in the towers of your honeycomb

I’d a tore your hair out just to climb back darling

when you’re filling out your only form

can you tell that it's just ceremon’

now you’ve added up to what you’re from