I rub salt in my hair feel the beads on my belly
Watch as the rivulets flow across the hillside
Drip into the bushy valley or off the edge off
The world that keeps your breath in my mouth
Batons of wind brush the dampened trees meet
The source that springs biblical waters onto these
Less holy places so-called

Rich and chalky waters puddle in the tairn risen
Up through rock and stone that shrink in wet
Precipitation so call up the eyes under lids
Watch as the rivulets flow across the hillside
Drip into the bushy valley or off the edge off
The world that keeps your breath in my mouth
Batons of wind brush the dampened trees meet
The source that springs biblical waters onto these
Less holy places so-called but truly alive for this
Moment the dragon scales rest the mist is clear or
Thick fog of dreams all up the valley walls run
The blessed hand shining in the half-light the red
In embers burning below the waiting for air heat
Nestled deep we have been visited by the spirit
After you visit this place I lick my fingers
I rub salt in my hair feel the beads on my belly
And somewhere your dribbling adoration slips
From my mouth

After you visit this place I lick my fingers
I rub salt in my hair feel the beads on my belly
Watch as the rivulets flow across the hillside
Drip into the bushy valley or off the edge off
The world that keeps your breath in my mouth
Batons of wind brush the dampened trees meet
The source that springs biblical waters
And my pit and my base moves no mud
Cleansed the liquid dust opened the vapours
I place myself on a pedestal of you