If angels can speak,
Your voice makes me weak,
A visceral beauty, climb high,
Will you recapture the sky?
Your lips secrets hold,
And if I may be so bold -
Secrets still taste divine,
I want them only on mine.
I want to taste the sea foam
On my tongue - yours alone,
It\'s dead mermaids they say;
You beach me each day.
I long to map contours,
A perfection of yours
And if you smile and sigh,
Well, I\'m now high and dry.