As broken machinery of the stars, flame, lush light

we have seen waves and stars

a red plague rid you for learning me your language

all sober hopes required within, all drunkenness as sacred swims

two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude

I meant to tell or spell your name; to dwell in the charm

here we go again and my head is gone

we shall go mad no doubt and die that way

such darling wrecks and hived like honey in your head

all the breath and bloom of the year in the bag of one bee