How long must I Call my knees to fall To your lips lowered neatly To the fossil of me? You turn a head Towards God and His head. He pledged a kingdom to you, Of a great castle, Not bleeding, Though needing. I am a broken man Needing of only one chance To call me up To your arms, to your cup Where you drink the wine To your lips, to be mine. The great wanderlust Over your fragrant form, Like a voyage through a meadow With sublime resplendence. The two seas Belonging to each Of your eyes, Blessed me, to fall from Sorrow's cries As I might lay a petal down. Starve me, Keep me, Love me As I do to you.