Erica Jong - His Silence lyrics

He still wears the gla** skin of childhood. Under his hands, the stones turn mirrors. His eyes are knives. Who froze the ground to his feet? Who locked his mouth into an horizon? Why does the sun set when we touch? I look for the lines between the silences. He looks only for the silences. Cram this page under his tongue. Open him as if for surgery. Let the red knife love slide in