Safe Word

You pick my flowers

As I lay under your jealous skies

Your platinum ribbons dripping

As you rape my meadows

Your wind on my living mountains

As my branches reach your sweet apples

Your claws create red streams down my slopes

As my green garden mists

Full of love

Full of trust

Full to the brim

Make my concrete beg

Make it live with your beams

Make it crawl with your acid rain

Make it call out

Serpent