Other

Shake
This earth shakes as I take
And with every mistake
Cloud
I am the one bearing down
Over villages and towns
And when I’m blown away
Other things will make you sway
Watch
As all that I touch
Turns to gold, turns to dust
Cut
By the tip of my tongue
And the face of my thumb
And when my fingers freeze
Other things will make you bleed
Warmed
By the brush of my cheek
And a rushing heartbeat
And when I leave
Other things will make you weak