When you are asleep, I’ll steal your seed,
throw it away there deep –see? We don’t have to worry.
When I am asleep, you’ll steal my beauty,
throw it away there deep –see? We don’t have to worry.

All the branches on the trees, bend down to wrap us, make us part of its trunk,
and, oh, can’t you see? You are delusional with love.

I don’t care if you’re not sorry, I forgive you.
And with or without your support I will continue.
See, the truth is that we never know what we’ve been through till we pause and cough it out.
I cough it out.

All the buds on the trees, also beginning, in us reflecting,
and, oh, can’t you see? You are delusional with love.

Your hands weather and chip; my hair glimmers and twists.

You took my hand and led it to trees.
You made wraps and tea. We drank it with magical things.
You held my hips so I would not drift.
I swear you glowed a halo above me.

Philosophy at nineteen: Honors Program, Sebastian Barry,
Leah Presper and Aristotle. We studied the splitting of souls.
I thought it all quite saccharine. I always judge before I live.

I never had a love that was bigger than me,
to soak up the sidelines, see directly.
I never had a love so naïve.

I lit fairy lights and promised myself to you.
You told me you wouldn’t leave unless I asked it three times of thee.

My dress was pink, your hair was down,
our silhouettes on castle grounds.
Grass to our waists, and the teens from the estate, shouted “Fuckin hippies!”

You blessed my body and I baptised you.
When I kissed you it was holy.

Now my hands weather and chip; your hair glimmers and twists.

You packed sheep skins, we soon forgot about them.
We lay each other down on rocks and spiders.
The trees, they bowed down: reverence.
The leaves jumped about, joyous.

The boys of Bohermore asked me to kiss you.
The children on the Tuam couldn’t tell who was who. (asked us who was who)
Tanya passed by the living room and couldn’t tell me from you.
Two thousand years ago, philosopher said this would be true.

All the branches on the trees, bend down and take shape around our body,
and, oh, can’t you see? I am delusional with love.
All the leaves on the trees, pretty and curious bend down to watch us,
and, oh, can’t you see? I am delusional with love.

When you are asleep, I’ll steal your seed,
throw it away there deep –see? We don’t have to worry.