Dress yourself In the evening's current, In that skin you use to crawl Up to my eyes. A pillar stands tall For your numb form. Let thunder race across, to bring you to life Once more, deep in my sight. Cover yourself In your own pleasure, To see mine While faces pour themselves into close glances. We shall, as we must Put ourselves in a gifted position To dine On scents and wine. We love the wind, Though scarce as it may come From one opened window, We breathe ourselves around. Your desert Shall become the ocean Within a few mighty moments Fraught with the taking of your sorrows. A rock in a soft place When marble clashes with sand, upon the hurried land.