Teach me how to touch you
upon your heart's consent,
throw me back to the gutter
that I'd given up for lent.

Audition all this longing
to measure out its strength,
its lack of sense for fear and time
but that of shadow's length.

Show me how to miss you
without weather turning bleak,
show to me your eternal youth,
bound in memories I seek.

Demonstrate all living joy
as you wake again today,
birthed into the curtained sound
of Atlanteans at play.

Teach me how to hold you
in my sober sight,
allow me to accumulate
all of nature's might,

as I coast on through the avenue,
as I tumble through this plain,
please teach me how to love you
without expecting any pain.