The sweet sound of you breathing is the soundtrack of my coal-black nights

And your melodious laughter dots the highlight reel of my blonde days


With each new portion of grace it’s as if my eyes have been born afresh,

you are  a serendipitous surprise


Surely I have secured someone else’s good fortune

I might have to crawl on my belly in the next life for my thievery

For you, it is worth it

I will eat the dust as if it were abalone if it means that I can say I walked hand in hand with you in this one