When I want to soak in a sunset,
I turn not to the evening horizon,
But to her drowsy eyes.
When I want to breathe in a flower’s fumes,
I drink not of a meadow’s stems,
But of her messy mane.
When I want to bask in summer’s smile,
I lay not beneath the midday sun,
But by her side.
When I want to bathe in soothing vibration,
I tilt my head not to a master’s strings,
But to the melodies in her heart.
When I want to lie in the lap of bliss,
I lay my lips not on the richest dishes,
But in the tenderness of her kiss.