Soft mouth Sharp teeth Honeyed breath Fire underneath I got a soft mouth, and sharp teeth Bare feet, black dress, a heartbeat I got a slow spell under my tongue And a bad little habit of becoming someone Too much light for a locked room Too much bloom for a small tomb Too much heat for a cold bed Too much life for the words they said I am not sorry for the way I move I am not sorry for the things I choose I am not sorry that the old me died She left me the keys and a wicked little smile Soft mouth, sharp teeth Honey in the wound and fire underneath Sweet like a blessing, wild like a sin I don’t ask permission to live in my skin Soft mouth, sharp teeth Rose in the gutter, gold in the grief If you want the woman, you meet the flame I am not yours to rename I got a red moon under my ribs A heavenly hunger for the life I live Ghosts in the dark, stars in my roots I dance with the parts they told me to mute No more pretty little prison cell No more smiling while I walk through hell I let the shame fall down like lace Now pleasure has a prayerful face I am not sorry for the way I move I am not sorry for the things I choose I am not sorry that the old me died She left me the keys and a wicked little smile Soft mouth, sharp teeth. Honey in the wound, fire underneath Sweet like a blessing, wild like a sin I don’t ask permission to live in my skin Soft mouth, sharp teeth. Rose in the gutter, gold in the grief If you want the woman, you meet the flame I am not yours to rename Knees to the earth Moon to my skin I call back the woman They buried within Breath drops low Hips say yes I am holy In this mess Soft mouth, sharp teeth. Honey in the wound, fire underneath Sweet like a blessing, wild like a sin I don’t ask permission to live in my skin Soft mouth, sharp teeth Rose in the gutter, gold in the grief If you want the woman, you meet the flame I am not yours to rename Soft mouth Sharp teeth Honeyed breath Fire underneath
