I breathe so quietly the heady air.
Around you wafts the breeze of my desire.
Do you not breathe my need, as I inspire
The scent of your sweet presence, calm and fair?
I breathe so quietly. In your heart’s lair
I’ve laid my own, alight with burning fire.
Will you become my flame or funeral pyre?
Or will I burn while you are unaware?
I breathe so quietly the steaming tears
From which your fountains’ waters gush their charms.
Your waters sweep me, tangled in my fears,
That your young earth may be my grave-to-be—
But when I’m buried in your flowing arms
I love you, with your world enshrined in me.