He dreams that Neptune is a prophet
And Jupiter a healer
And so wakes up thinking they are more than stars
And he cannot tell the difference
between a heartbeat and a wave
He has a bad, bad sense of time
And she's a queen
She gives beyond her means
Too pure to see through his raggedy disguise
She cannot tell the difference
between a photograph of lovers on a beach
and a man in rags and feathers in the trees
She says:
Don't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time
He says:
Don't love me to death
and I won't love you death
She says:
I won't love you to death
if you don't love me to death
He says:
I won't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time
And then he takes her by the elbow
back down towards the sea
where they become
two very old and senile sailors