I heard it in a voice today, inside a language.

Like a familiar scent coming from the basement, and I could feel it;

Maybe I’ll look back at this as something sacred, when I could have you again?

We reach out in waves.

I can see your bobbing head, up and down and down again.

Your experience is not the same, you secretly enjoy this.

I can’t formulate myself, muscles weakened, flexibility strained.

The body speaks before I do, (it) cries and shouts inside me.

But I’m forgiving.

But I’m forgiving.

First your hands and then your voice.

Time is sunken, undefined and lost.

You find me floating slightly out of view.

It’s time you say and I understand it.

Who would take you in, if I was taken by volcanoes?

Who would hold you if the sky betrayed us?

You would learn about the shades of pain, while I was meadow grass and (the) sounds of velvet rain.

Who would tell you, you are singular and everlasting?

Beautiful like violent waves in an unapologetic storm.

I would tell you, you are all of that.

I would tell you, you are all of that.

I would tell you, you are all of that.

I would tell you, you are all of that.