Speak slowly to me
as you touch my lips...

O Love, how ardent be
the words with which I would woo thee...

....such cold warmth
air rising...

Sleepy hands are tracing fire,
as your fingers dance across my knee...

Some days I wonder why life's hard
and some days I wonder...

Somewhere, perhaps California
there are lemon trees, full and green...

Stay with me
I grow softer at your touch...

I am electric.
Full of streaming lights and silence...

Wish
feel...

You remember that day,
the one where you showed up before the sun did...

In the heavy light of the moon,
curtains lie like silken shadows...

I'll wear this round my neck because
you gave it to me...