Album Cover Ovule

Ovule

Bjork

7

I have placed a glass egg

Above us floating

An oval ovuleIn a dark blood-red void

Carries our digital selves

Embracing and kissing

My skin-mud dense by you

I anchor our darks

I anchor our darks

Sleep with one eye open

Watching our sub-selves

The keel of our ship

These obstacles are just teaching us

So we can merge even deeper

Into our own personal mineral

Fuse alloy, ship ahoy

The hostility a broken heart endures

The velocity of that injury

Is returned to the world

With the same grin, showing teeth

When I was a girl

I felt love was a building

I marched towards

But deadly demonic divorces demolished the ideal

Now, with your romantic intelligence

Sensual tenderness

We dissolve old habits

And place a glass egg

Above us floating

In the dark blood-red oval void

Our lovemaking avatars in a shell