Quincy Vidal - Rashee's Interlude lyrics

[Poem: "applesaucefingers" by Christopher Rashee-Stevenson] "Do you remember when we were children?" You asked me Yeah. I replied We'd pick blackberries seven by seven at the edge of a deep wood Beyond our purple tongues And blue-dyed fingers There were no rent payments there Only a sea Your violent simplicity Something whispered Something too fondly remembered Like the feeling of someone licking applesauce from these ardent fingers And there is still space To share the emptiness with you Traded in our peek-a-boos For bigboy boots and curdled milk Hey what the f** is that smell? Don't you know it? Can you feel it? The stench of a thousand childish things Never accomplished before breakfasttime I just wondered where all the roses had gone? And would they ever grow again? Tall like men as they did in our days Where love was only Nickelodeon And white lies found our lips No longer made of gossamer They were skin now. We are skin now Now I pine for my presumed innocence As one damned pined for drops of water I hope we'll get back to the garden The garden in which we're allowed to bleed freely Now my head faces west And I can hear my innocence Wailing To Fellowship