Timber lips, wind carried with the sand,
they fly to me, as July sunset rends,
they swimm to me, as water scarce the land,
they fall asleep so gently in my hands.

Timber lips, sunblazed with the rain,
they dream of me, as summer nightfall reigns,
they need of me, as pleasure needs the pain,
they smelt the blood so faintly in my veins.