I don't even know your name
Yet I wanna spend bright nights with you
Moaning to dhamma, knowing this is not it
I wanna spend dark days with you discussing the divine and the devilish somewhere in between
And yet, I wanna show you the quintessence of my body writhing somewhere beneath you in you
It's the apotheosis of my imposture somewhere beyond the line

Finish the night walking the words, painting the lines
Working on them and dancing between them, only to find that where we belong
and long to be is where my voice cracks as it calls to you,
in the uncertainty of what's up and what's on, I know I am.