Lay down your nectar Upon the hardest lips. Your sweetness is a jealousy For my defeat. I love all lost From my swollen arms. Your eyes upon the hills, My eyes upon the lakes, My eyes creating tears, Your form, the glaciers to the cold mountains. Take the rope From my neck. We sing beauty to this long trek Over crudest valleys Carved from rotting hands. Fall with me, To where we can breathe The subtlest rays From the coldest sun. Love has never been so lonely To feel, in our desire to heal. Nothing has made us, As everything made our hearts. Now that deception has told us a tale, Would you like to see me hale?