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.
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.
And we will sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
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.