Don't smile over your shoulder

Become the flowers in your pillowcase

Secret and silent, lost

Your box of matches falls on the floor.

Don't smile over shoulders

Become the flowered pillowcase

Secrete in silence lost

The floor is a box of matches lit.

Become a boxed match

Lit and lost in secreting silence

Don't smile for a flowered floor

Pillowcase on your shoulder.

Don't become the secret box

Matches lit on the floor

A pillowcase inside is silent

I'm lost behind your shoulders.

Match my silence

With your lost pillowcase

Flowers on your shoulders

The floor is my secret altar.