i’ve casted myself into my own whirlwind;
i think it’s yours, and hers, and someone else’s/
anyone’s but mine, but i am spinning,
and although i’ve said it, written it,
i cannot fully feel, fully understand,
the mess i’m in…
i look for a way out when all this time
i’ve been searching for a way in - into
a whirlwind, but my skin
is somehow shedding, and my heart
a new song: it’s first song.
i am living…
and i’m scared.
I cannot capture your grace in words; I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.
Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss,
An immortality of passion’s thine:
Ere long I will exalt thee to the shine
Of heaven ambrosial; and we will shade
Ourselves whole summers by a river glade;
And I will tell thee stories of the sky,
And breathe thee whispers of its minstrelsy.
My happy love will overwing all bounds!
O let me melt into thee; let the sounds
Of our close voices marry at their birth;
Let us entwine hoveringly — O dearth
Of human words! roughness of mortal speech!