You are the sea in my mouth and storm in my ears,
pushing the warm dark clouds of night around me and rasping, fairly dragging your winds along my throat.
I am the earth beneath you, letting you knead and wind around me.
Swallowed into the endless galaxies and dark holes of your eyes,
You devour me, and my hunger grows the more you give me.
You, the forces of nature, and I, the waiting earth.
Nothing alike, and yet each complements the other, and you fill my dreams with emotion and solidity and distance.