We Will Elope

You will bear all of my fruit
And you will dress all of my wounds
And I won’t ask of you more than to do more than to be
There are feet beneath the knees
And a tower in the trees that rests upon the leaves
And a future that believes
Come like a hope, we will elope
Hold out your hand to me
Make me your soap, songs from your throat
The berries that stained your hands
And I will love you for the rest of your life
I will love you