Ode to Prudence:

Prudence, are you there?

Oh, won’t you come out to play

I lost something important.

She says, look around, round, round

It’s irreplaceable but free.

I am wanting your hands brushing up against me

Prudence, where are you?

Oh, won’t you greet a brand-new day

I lucked into your lips, wandering like my mind over my navel line

I lost something important.

She says, look around, round, round

It’s uncontrollable but sweet

Drowning in you like an inferno

Prudence, I need you.

The freedom in her eyes is uncontainable

Oh, won’t you open up those eyes