Her love is an ocean's embrace
He is unmapped land, growing
Her mouth, a moonlit bay
His tongue is trout jumping
On mountain's edge, she is sleeping
His song drifts like smoke, a song of bears
A song of stone. A loon song. A song to the moon
She is falling to him
Dreaming. She is, falling, dreaming, earth
Dreaming a child's hair, tossed in the wind
Dreaming a heart berry from sunken ribs
His hear is an isolated archipelago
Hers, a star transfixed