Darling, lend me your soul a while.
Let me see how it moves
Will it feel any different to mine?
Does it bleed you my darling
That mercury trickle
A dribble of hourglass time.
Does your soul break from you
When I kiss your face
Does it tear your chest in broken lines
Is it quiet and gentle, a lost little lamb
Is it tender as fingertips' trail
Or does it mock the lamb found inside?
Do you ache with a hunger for mountains and sea?
Its a curse and a blessing I can't see your soul.
I hope that you cannot see mine.