Let me be the band around your head
That is so near your thoughts
Let me be the grain of maize
That is cracked by your wild teeth.
Let me be the turquoise at your neck
Warmed by the storm of your blood.
Let me be the wool of the loom
That gently glides from your hand
Let me be the lace you wear
In the ebb and flow of your heart.
Let me be the sand in your shoes
That caresses the toes of your feet
Let me be your dream at night
When in your sleep you talk and moan.
Branduardi 74 (1974)

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