This letter won’t make it to you in time    Introverted by your distance from me, and by mine    But the chameleons who sift through the trees    Are garnering a bouquet in my head’s faculties    And its filled with scales and perfumes wearing thin    There is no flaw in you, there is no sun on your skin    Where have you been all of my life?    I hear a lizard tongue above my head    Will you be my wife?       Skin and bones and things that make my heart beat    My possession my obsession, everything to me    The sound of your voice and all your fingertips    Is like a bible verse spilling right across your lips       Waiting for my bride no longer taking it’s toll    Like a great horned owl swallowing fruit bats whole    Now that you’re here I feel a presence that I didn’t before    I feel your love I feel the warmth I’m feeling so much more    No more stiff joints, no more skin dry and rigid    You’re like a funnel in my heart    No longer artic and frigid    I’m indebted to you, you are my only one    Straight from the breath of the almighty Father, Spirit and Son