Across her body I fled. 'You never knew' she said. All me listened, and listen still. 'All things betray you - and I will'.
And in her hand sat my hand. Cold the sun and waters ran. As the deep called me up I named her as my love.
I wandered half the night to cast a secret ring in fire. We'd been lovers only a short time. Yet I stand, pretty in your mouth. You and the night slip by. You are incomplete without me. You were made great. How men left you. A dying star. I almost loved you.