• Out of sight of the rest of the world,
    you and I, we,
    in our little corner of it.
    A shaded hollow in the midst
    of affluence
    We refer to our souls for this
    darkroom morality.

    How beautiful, how graceful
    are these stolen moments
    when you and I, we,
    can pretend we are quite alone
    in the world.
    We matter most of all
    -- to us, at least --
    when we form a unit,
    it's most important of all.
    I can still taste you
    joined by the knowlege that
    I have been you,
    you have been me.

    No more concern.
    No need to be afraid.
    Nothing maters in the world
    then you and I, us.