Now into this life I see
The shape of you across my bed:
You are the Little Death of me.
The city spread out like the sea,
You reached to the wound in my head.
Now into this life I see.
Whate’er touch meant—my want—only
Love not your wife; choose me instead.
You are the Little Death of me.
Consume my heart entirely.
All words are for my Belovéd.
Now into this life I see.
Our bodies shake; we are set free
From the past. Shame and guilt are shed.
You are the Little Death of me.
A world apart from pain, we
Awaken ourselves from the Dead:
Now into this life I see
You are the Little Death of me.
