into your hands, come astonishing things
like wide yarns of wishes and dribbling dreams
if you hold on tight and yet easy
we may alight the route around the eyes of time

nothing stops the sweet running over cobbles
nor the petals of desire in red blooms
deep red and blushing open
I want to see your eyes when I fall into you
and when the tips of our want can twist sculptures out of black holes

this is when I crush your flowers, just like you want me to
don't you?