Divine for me, if you please, how I have ye, and you do not speak? Have I crossed a line, that thine correspondence is bleak? Have you put upon me a girdle, that our interaction be limited to only what you would need from me?
You sit there in your cocoon, I do not know that you brood, I imagine you must have some preoccupation that is veiled from me. Whence come they? That you would not let me see? I long for you to become with me For I sit alone unhinged from thee.
Can we talk, you and I? Be unleashed, you and I? Melded, unrestricted you and I?