Every night he'd come to me I'd cook for him, I'd pour his tea I was in my thirties then Had made some money, lived with men We'd lay us down to give and get Beneath the white mosquito net And since no counting had begun We lived a thousand years in one The candles burned The moon went down The polished hill The milky town Transparent, weightless, luminous Uncovering the two of us On that fundamental ground Where love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound And half the perfect world is found The candles burned The moon went down The polished hill The milky town Transparent, weightless, luminous Uncovering the two of us On that fundamental ground Where love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound And half the perfect world is found