Drink deep these moments, Running across our veins In the sensation of idle death, In the bountifulness of stable breath. I come to you, as merciful, For I hold each droplet on my chin That once belonged To each stray petal hovering Above the planet's ocean. We encircle For we are circles About the unwinding clock, During our moment's embrace. We are blooded, Loved, Flooded With each drop to a sailing meadow Where we race, Where we give chase To love that has nothing else to seize. Give yourself, Hand over yourself, My love, in your washing hues. The sun is only ever a landscape For your growth, To the burial of your light.