That may be all I need.
Early dawning,
all pleasures and all pains, remembering.

It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.
It’s just a restless feeling by my side,
come and rest your bones with me.

Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable,
it’s just the wasted years so close behind.
The day is like wide water, without sound.

The need of some imperishable bliss,
and I’m falling,
and I never want to leave.

As April’s green endures; or will endure,
there’s always someone around you who will call.
You twist to fit the mold that I am in.

Watch out the world’s behind you.
Steal some covers share some skin
until our blood, commingling, virginal…

Sunday morning,
fingers trace your every outline,
things to be cherished like the thought of heaven.