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SOMETIMES I THINK
OUR HEADS MIGHT BE ENCLOSED
TOGETHER UPON THE PILLOW'S SPACE,
AND HOW INTO THE DARK DEEPS OF YOUR EYES
I'D LOOK AND THINK OF ANGELS. THEN YOUR BREATH
AND ALL THE AURA OF YOUR BODY'S BREATHING
INTOXICATEDLY WOULD OVERWHELM ME
FOR IT IS TOO MUCH
THAT SUCH A THING SHOULD BE AND I SHOULD LIVE.
SURELY THE THOUGHT IS GREATER THAN REALITY,
THE SUM OF YOU AND LOVE OUTSTEPS INFINITY.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
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My world, my thoughts,
my arms,
my breath,
my future,
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
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And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
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We are the oceans we are the shores
we allow desires, they rise and fall
dreams outlive dreams
as we solicit the solitude of the moon.
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