Every night she'd come to me
I'd cook for her, I'd pour her tea
She was in her 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
Transparent, weightless, luminous
On that fundamental ground
Where love's unwilled, unleashed,
And half the perfect world is found