lay in me your heart and
i will lay in yours mine i
will take yours and part
the petite strain of your
song and put in it the
sound of my finite kiss
i will carry you in my
kiss and i will imp
its fluttering cure to
your slender back i'll
put under your wings
the hot breath of my
heart will lift with each
pulse it will raise you
up to my mouth and i
will coddle the blithe
splendor of your wan
tousled comely fragrance

(you are like forest in Spring
you are full of magic and
you are young new fragile
between a Saturday and a
Sunday you laid sleeping
and you laid in my heart

         yours