Exploring each other's depths, that surge of connection which makes the world seem sane, that exchange of spirit in the guise of flesh, that morning hallelujah, that hook to eternity...
All day I bear you inside me, and in my heart Powered by your love, there is no hill too high to climb, no paragraph I cannot write, no hosanna I cannot howl...
Meet me in the hollow of a red thigh We will keep the madness fresh - the red madness that keeps us