You flow over me, like water,
From a sky that is dark as night,
When it is not night.
I hear you hum softly,
So come to me and sing the songs of Ormo.
Splash upon me your love,
Like the moon on the wolf,
Broken bones of a skeleton,
Like pretzels in jello.
Smell the umbilicus, like water,
Pouring from the womb of mother Gaia,
As sung in the songs of Ormo.
I feel you against me,
Like passions upon passions.
I hear your love song,
Like the cackling of the wood thrush.
I call out for you, like a sandwich in the night.
Let me place upon you my organ; the blessing of Ormo.
Walk with me, like a banana,
In the street of love,
Lit by the lamps of passions.
Let us wear shoes together,
Upon our feet, like others who have walked before us.
And we will know love.