I am ready for love but are you ready for me, love?
How is your back, spacious shoulders?
A stable full of steady horses would not be enough
to get me across, you see.
How about your lungs?
Cried enough to survive in the present box?
I am ready to be filled and let go
like a bright pink balloon up up in the summer sky.
And I am ready to receive it flat, I am there and open,
but are you there yet, love?