I am waving to you.
Every cell is an angel,
Every heartbeat is timbrel and lyre.
You may not leave what is inside of you,
And I may not join with what is already mine.
Forgive me for wanting more,
As I forgive you for revealing less.
In this way, we will go on as silent lovers,
Knowing that, for just a moment,
Our hearts met
When we recognized that our bodies were, and are, and ever will be,