Imagine me in feathers, mia bella,
and I will do the same for you. We'll be
two birds, like Papageno and his wife,
stumbling 'round, and singing of our joy.
Then I will play for you my magic bells–
I'll fill the day with music, then dark chocolate,
then a dozen roses, and a kiss.
But that is only afternoon, mein Mädchen .
Daylight will leave us (but you'll hardly notice,)
and when it does I'll lead you to our nest–
I'll kiss you on your neck, and in your ear,
I'll venture on your breast, and on your thighs,
and then I'll feel your tension's low release.
And in the morning, when you rise from bed,
I'll watch you silently get dressed again.
I'll bask in you, remembering our night
spent in the cavern of undying fire.
I'll smile, knowing that I've loved a bird.
