I bare the hands,
Capably in fight for fidelity.
Now,
Can it be, you,
I trust,
To trust—In me?
Capably idle,
Bare hands, cold, to warm yours both in mine;
And for once,
I feel my fears fastening away into the wind...
My body, at rest,
No longer restless
In company.
Kept with you,
We are free.
You speak to me,
The way the fragrances of all the flowers caresses the air,
You speak to me,
And I have never felt so clear.
