Welcome Home, My Prince

welcome home, my prince
into my white season of no you
welcome home
iiiiiiiiiiiito my songs
that touch yo/head
iiiiiiiiiiiiand rain green laughter
iiiiiiiiiiiiin greeting
welcome home
to this monday
iiiiiiiiiiiithat has grown up
with the sound of yo/name,
for i have chanted to yesterday’s sun
to hurry back with
his belly full of morning
iiiiiiiiiiiiand you have come
and i cannot look up at you.
iiiiiiiiiiiimy body
trembles and i mumble things as you
stand tall and sacred
so easily in yo/self
iiiiiiiiiiiibut i am here
to love you
iiiiiiiiiiiito carry yo/name on my
ankles like bells
iiiiiiiiiiiito dance in
yo/arena of love.
you are tattooed on the round/soft/
parts of me.
iiiiiiiiiiiiand yo/smell is
always with me.