how to build a home

14: my love asail

Aphrodite from the water,

loving in the foam;

tossing surf like angel daughter,

heaven only knows.

How my love for you grows warmer,

clinging to your clothes;

how my love for you like mortar,

build ourselves a home.

Sometimes I fear we'll be mortal,

I can't stand the old;

you assure me our love's corporal,

and the beauty's in the bone.

Merlot, Rhiannon