How I wish for your touch,
Soft and warm,
Gentler than the breeze,
Lovelier than the sun
Kissing on my bare back
That one blissful afternoon in Bray.
How I’d lay my head down
Upon the undulating sea,
Let it swallow me!
Harsh and swooning,
Though deadly it might be,
No deadlier than thee.
How I’d whisper under parting breath
Your name,
Like Honey on my lips,
And let your mouth run depths
Upon my soul,
And weep sweet heresy to me!
And in the moment’s weakness
Betrayed by sanity and full of glee,
Unmoored by nimble hands,
And let into the sea,
Cajoled by tales of endless love
Of Orpheus and his Eurydice,
As I descent, I’d pray to ancient Gods,
That thee would follow me.