A Purse of Gold and Stars

Your summer breathes aloud Your prayer was overheard Your love letters were full of severe words The language of dreams The offerings of your shrine Am I what you seem? Well, just pour the wine. I bring back to you Only the things I owe I built a pure white castle For you to grow The clothes you wore You dropped them one by one The duty of lovers Has now begun A mouth drawn to a mouth And I don't ask when I ended up as your lover Wrapped inside your skin I enter the labyrinth Of moonlit skin I've worn out my heart That you now live in