With heats so wild
we need cages of bones,
to hold back these wonderful desires.
Slowly I am wandering further
getting lost in your love,
and consumed by your fire.
Windows are wide open
peering in from my heart to yours,
And i have only one small drop
of knowing in my soul.
My bones rattle as I fix on you,
and by far out of my grasp
only your sheets know how
we speak,
and only your love knows
the others heart.
For you are mine and I am yours,
bound not by law, but power above.
To great for this world,
my speech falls short,
done without haste,
I am a drop with the force of gravity,
concerning your love.