Drink up, our sweet gazes Staring into that of another. We only speak words made for the glass Of ivory in the highest clouds And the lowest graves. Hold out your hand. I'll give you the world, Though will you hurl it away? What is your face following? Where is your heart wandering? Our love in the blankets, Our eyes in the solace Of a new and old moon Still sees color upon the Earth. There is gold upon the galaxies, Their circles envelop your form. There are rings about planets, As next they'll accompany your fingers. Laced with sweet memories Of a fine moment In sweet kisses and bitter walks Down the wilderness with its growing lanes And fervent pains. I will be there when you drink The cup of ivory from your aromatic skin, As I notice the skies falling into your eyes.