Guillermo Veloso - The Compost Worm lyrics

Love with no skin Is there a greater sin? No pa**ion-blister No love-whisper A turn in the bed Marks the minute and hour When love's sweet cream Is churned bu*ter Bitter and sour Left alone to stitch a moss blanket Ponder Thunder and stone Sinew and bone Mortality.... The clock mocks Time crawls Shawl becomes shroud And I Unblemished by lip's caress Left with a love Turned by the compost worm Til it becomes a stranger and something less