look at those buggers who are looting the crash sight taking the ring off your sweet little finger that i gave to you when we got married you're underwater now you're back where you came from no stealing of beauty that would naturally flow from the center of all that you are your beauty must be rubbing off on me if we had children they'd be lovely and beautiful and posses a peace and a strength and depth in their eyes and a soundness in heart even as they cry and we as lovers bloom like lilies in midnight to taste our bellies before god we our witness to currents we cannot control its' all the faces that you never have or that you never had to the shivers you couldn't shake the planes you didn't make the hooks that didn't take off at night as you fight with the curtains to cover up your nakedness from the neighbour's gaze such a sweet display of nothingness of everything of never mind these things are fine the sweet tooth sunset forgets tonight cacophony cacophony so let me say you look lovely in all of this and let me say that the death that i fear could in part be a fear that i'd lose you just as i found you don't be a stranger to the danger that is kissing you