Breaking open chestnuts with flip-flop feet And living in corn mazes alone. What kind of a boy opens up chestnuts with his feet-- hedgehog hairballs hurled from the throat of trees-- lawn landmines to make martyrs of our soles-- follow my bloody foot prints back to my room and I'll teach you that loving starts in the bottoms of your feet and follows to your knees-- bend for me and I'll kiss you with briers in my hair-- would you bend tree arms for me-- break green necks and bite the criss-crosses of sampling ribs? How many chestnuts would you break with your flip flop feet to prove your devotion to a goddex of bloody feet and corn mazes? They have called me a Minotaur-- and feed me into the labyrinth-- only, I was lost there too-- no one teaches the Minotaur where to walk-- they tell her she is mystic enough to eat men-- they left me with only embracing corn walls and chestnuts in the path for food-- interrupted me in blood from the balls of my feet-- Would you break chestnuts in half? Could you feed me right like a man who scared of Minotaurs-- Scare of how I could decide to devour him there in the corn maze-- with my flash light or with my mouth that eats chestnut thorns and pulls loose the corn husks like hair from the scalp of a doll-- People weren't designed to eat chestnuts-- God gave us pink lips and peach skin. Skin that rots pacing in the corn maze while skunk mouths keep vigil for our hips to grow bruised and brown and oozing like a flashlight or a cut-heel. They're searching for the pits-- they will grow trees to get out of the maze- clamorous climb past chestnuts to their escape from the walls into a balmy September night that only tastes slightly like open-chestnut autumn-- if you can kiss me like a Minotaur I could believe you-- I have enough chestnuts what I need is someone to get lost in a corn maze with-- get lost I said and notice I never mentioned our exit-- the Minotaur doesn't leave the maze-- that's for the skunks and the boys who measure love with number of chestnut shells they've broke for you.