Dancing about you,
holding you,
dreaming about holding you,
holding you dear in all of my dreams,

the love that treats us badly
is the love that people swear by

but i swear by the last blood in the first
pomegranate
i've been granted a grace, when i was granted you

all the ancient visionaries in their stone canoes
never journeyed to a land near as fair as you


Dreaming on you you,
dreaming in you
dreaming as i float right on you

i hung my dreams upon you
after i vowed--
after all the sorrow sewed--
and weeping reapen--
that i would never hang a dream on
a limb, on a woman or a man
ever again

lying here beside you i will not deny to you-- lying here,
touching you-- i could almost bend, bow down low and worship you

i think i should

all the prophets never could--
and all the priestesses in their woods
burning incense to sex gods--
never guess the love in me this morning