John Has a Good Heart, But

I lay my desire for the moon

Over your shoulders

And I will be the one to give

Honey for your lips

But do not let the wind

Lay waste your brow

Maybe you can find your rest

Over my fields of roses

And I will gather all your fears

And take them far away

And I will be the amphora

In which you my place

Your saddest tears

But more, I...