Yo La Tengo...

I crave waking up to the beautiful heat your body radiates

To the image of your enormous eyes eclipsed by the moon with butterfly lashes

The way my soul drifts from an ecstasy pod to a plateau of sheer gratitude speaks of my love for you

I summon the Berber beauty to exploit my willingness to hurt

Love is as prosaic as time itself, but all stands still and feels youthful when I taste you

I emerge from the abyss of life, I breathe you in and I re-submerge

I thank karma for restraining itself and giving me the honor of holding your hand...