She burst dropped off,
Picked the fruit and realized:
“I’m naked too,
So cover my body,
Dress it fine,
Hide my linen and lace,
Been sewing ever since time began

But more than the hills,
More than the trees,
More than the mountains,
You’re more than I can see
In front of me
More than the mountains,
You, fruit flower myself inside out
I’m happy and bleeding for you
Fruit flower myself inside out
I’m tired and I’m bleeding for you

This fruit was bruised,
Dropped off and blue,
Out of season happy and bleeding
Long overdue,
Too early and it’s late,
To mind and body I would and I would not do
Fruit flower myself,
Fig fruit flower myself inside out for you