Liv Three

Water runs softly, there's a need for grace, to bathe my swollen feet, restrained in my moans, I settle for this place, heart against bone, glad to leave the city, blown here by rain, all that's within me, sits at this grotto, where words fail, how to atone, for all the grim testimony, offered me this day, the price derisory, the stupid jokes alone, the useless games, discretion with clothes, I want to receive, to throw away the cage, delight in this birth, sunshine on my face.