Where ever you maybe,
whosoever you claim to be
i draw from your lips
the depths of each other.
in an adequate breath, i draw from your soul
the firmaments of love.
i draw from your chants
its secret longings.
Such is this mingling
yours and mine.
What so ever, and to whomsoever you maybe.
i can understand your quietness.
i can see when the night is at its darkest
how beautiful it makes you.
No scars to blemish
the becoming of love.