I Want To Do With You What

So I Wait For You Like A Lonely House Till You Will See Me Again And Live In Me. Till Then My Windows Ache.

In What Language Does Rain Fall Over Tormented Cities?

I Have Forgotten Your Love, Yet I Seem To Glimpse You In Every Window.

Loving Is A Journey With Water And With Stars, With Smothered Air And Abrupt Storms Of Flour: Loving Is A Clash Of Lightning-bolts And Two Bodies Defeated By A Single Drop Of Honey.

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.