Let yourself be loved.
Let yourself be loved.
There's a time for pain,
solace shame.

Steepletops, none barred,
will strip remaining garb.
Hold fast, untamed,
unconquered flame,
the same.

... The unsaid
... best best
... words said
... from my tongue.

Point index toward me.
Blame, let it be seen
but all too late;
cat's been cradled,
parcel labeled,
claiming stable,
but I'm not able.

... Dug dirt that'd
... covered us but
... if you mute them ears
... with it, then what?