you make me need black primrose and ivory lilies :: time with you is out for the holidays and dancing in strangers’ weddings :: when you giggle dogs adopt new descendants :: wayward sailors kiss lovers at the ends of wars :: people laugh in old photographs :: when we speak our words are like weaving silver finches :: moonlight runs down windows like warm honey :: and when you hold me hollows sweep with heat and dust like homecomings and stage lights :: and the nest of your hair rings a church choir in applause :: when your arms grip tighter summer plains roll in black night :: and your fingers give vacation pay :: and your voice a dream veiled song --ar 3:4 --uplight