I'll talk to you my lover:
In all simpleness your curls could be my crutch.
But I need what they rest upon to help form the seed under my stick-straight likeness.
Tired baby, I know of your weariness, but if I could be your sleep, the compromise would be there to please.
I love what's all in you and if you could realize it's all for us, this nightly struggle, perhaps all would be divine.