My darling, if there is a flute
nearby, let’s play it, even though
we don’t know how to properly
make a tune. Let’s dance in the field
even though we don’t know fancy steps.
Let us turn our hands into tambourines.
Let us make lyres of our hungry lips.
There’s a breeze, do you feel it,
how it’s playing our skin, and I think
it knows exactly what it’s doing.