become 1 whole thing and do yourself in days so filled with posies they thickly shall encumber thy shoulders and you will wear heaven in thy paleset raiment (thy face over cheeks, your skin is so a smart whisper, where i set my tingling fortuitous lips). thou art a song, from out the mouth of cherubs, tumbling into my ears and i harken to smoothly each quaking electric note of your body firmest nearly pressed ‘gainst my body and i pull you down into me. into my ocean rushing into you, and i become gods