Regarding Ascending the Stairs

I cannot think of that song with this music on
and I never want to go back to Arkansas
even if you've gone from there,
even if you've gone.
You handled me like an infant skull
And I cradled you like a newborn nightmare
And I always long, long to go back there:
straight back down the hallway & up the stairs
to that bed.
I asked the deer
could the hunter she hear
come a'creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin.
I whispered in her ear so sweet & sincere
but she was already dead asleep
and the ground where she lay was red, sour & stained
and I kissed her, kissed her, kissed her
before I turned away
and I never want to go back there:
down the path to the place
where she lay.
We can close our eyes & cry out
to the darkness, that there is still this light
in us, there is this fight
to find right where we belong.
This ribcage,
it is a staircase,
Climb, climb it to my iris you can live there, you know who I am.
You know who I am.
I am your apple.
So open up the book & read to me your favorite passage
and know that I will be right here
and I will listen.
I hear you
and I have heard you
for one thousand years.