Every night he'd come to me
I'd cook for him, I'd pour his tea
I was in my thirties then

Had made some money, lived with men

We'd lay us down to give and get

Beneath the white mosquito net
And since no counting had begun
We lived a thousand years in one


The candles burned
The moon went down

The polished hill
The milky town
Transparent, weightless, luminous

Uncovering the two of us




On that fundamental ground
Where love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound

And half the perfect world is found

The candles burned

The moon went down
The polished hill
The milky town

Transparent, weightless, luminous
Uncovering the two of us
On that fundamental ground

Where love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound
And half the perfect world is found