In the lovers’ domain, like a dream too wide for the brain I can’t but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff And strain, take pity on a boy deployed in a sandpaper palmed infinity I beg you take the time to mine good ore from me I beg you lay you down on me Etch it on my psyche, employ it in my body nightly I’m as early, find somebody soon, find some boys Naked and a poorly made [?] Take pity, shook by your cautious broadstroke battery And a fireman had bloomed in mercury I beg you rain it down on me Make grace, lost in your sandpaper palmed infinity I can’t but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff and plead And if I met you a blue man like your grace I beg you rain it down on me