I would love to cherish you,
but, baby, my bones are tired.
Let me use your legs and your spine
to lean on, and I will
hold your head in my hands:
I will tell you a story, a ballad
about a girl with almond eyes and
a boy with the most beautiful eyebrows,
and how we are now together
and how we live off each other, blessing
the intricacies of our mutual world.