I am smelling your warmth, br Buried in your neck, br Veiled in aureate hair. br Under the crape myrtle br You and I are showered br By our mother moon- br Fuchsine buds fall and float, br We are flowers of the same stalk, br Tonight we bear witness br To one anothers metamorphosis br And like turncoat runaways br Take pleasure in the seizure of our essence, br Together, Divinity and disciple.