the dog, the dog, he’s at it again

we set out for nothing but still arrive with a harvest  to the pomegranate tree of our house in the city  when it is full of fruit  i will eat with you and we will hold each other as a sacrament  until our tongues are filled with honey  we will be young as the wind blowing through the garden  as we are when we dream of one another  and you will kiss me until my teeth are stained with the sweetness of the earth