Tell me, honey,
was your heart at rest when, darlin,
all the mourning doves were howling us
a song of loves
godawful lawlessness?
Say, honey, did you belong to me?
Tell me, darlin, did I pass your test?
I lay, as still as death, until the dawn,
whereupon I wrested from
that godawful lawlessness.
we depart tomorrow.
good lord.