Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!

I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

What cannot be said will be wept.

May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.