Let me climb out onto the roof
and touch the sky.
I will fly like the angels of Chagall.
My body will become the firmament,
like the Egyptian goddess Nut,
star-covered, and arching over the earth.
Give me a man who is a musician,
so that I will hear music in my bed
and in my dreams.
I will be his lover and poet.
We will never part knowing that we are
of the heavens and earth.