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?
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