Testo Roulette

Your hands black as the night will fall
Your serpent fingers wrap
Through blind corridors.
Your hands black.

Your hands black as the rain that falls
On unseen lakes that lap
Loose lined to the shore Your hands black.

From the deep sleep I rise and walk with you
And the spring takes you there
High in the clear air
And the spring takes you there
High in the scented air
And the spring takes you there.