I am so taken with reading your eyes They hold so many stories About fairy and distant suns And rainbows turned to colors I am so taken with sipping your soul It helps me mother`s milk to recall Your soul is full I drink to the dregs But I am afraid of your flesh My thoughts contain the image of death Maybe it is strange I don`t know And I`ll wait for you even if it`s painful Until waiting changes the world and its laws Until the needles stick in my heart How long it'll take I don`t know