You bring me honeysuckle while my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. My savage, solitary soul, my desires that sends them all running, hunting you like a puma.
We have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans. My words rained over you, stroking you. I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.