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I let you in. You dwelled in me so long.
You altered my reflection on the running water --
I watch my eyes that look upon the flow,
I'm speaking of my words pronounced and not yet spoken.
I touch my hands and listen to my ears,
I carry legs of mine, and rest in every motion,
And I caress with my own tongue my lips,
With wakened lips of mine I'm longing for my body.
My eyes, united with your eyes, can see.
My hands, meshed with your hands, can hold me from dissolving.
You dwelled in me so long -- I let you in --
And you are carving my relief upon the water.
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