Peel your thumb, a lace
Pale, you stun away
May you shun a stray
Way you shone, a phrase, afraid of coming

You're not a saint, pyre
You're not a saint, choir
You're not a way to covet me

Wear your pastel brace
Dark your bronze, a grey
Yield your calm, a grace
Air you palm, obey, obey and come in

Ricochet around
Wreath for your body
Your pretty vowels, dour sea
Hush the laic drown
Swoon through your eyelids
Your pretty mouth, your dowry

You're not a saint, liar
You're not a saint, collider
You're not afraid to covet me