Husky whisper of desire,
Voice weighed down by exhaustion and lust,
Hold my hand into the light.

For when we are old
And when we are grey
Know I will love you
Gladly and still.

And when I am slipping,
Fading into the grasp of the moon's pull,
Follow me.

I will lead you into
Depths of a soul
You deny having.

And I will tread,
Toes to your heels,
From the ends of the earth,
To the moon and back
And farther.