i lie in bed   beside him   and i know him   outside in   i've learned his body's   line and length   and memorized his grin   i've counted   every crease   at the edges   of his eyes   i know his soul's   complete circumference   i know   his lies      i know   his outer qualities   i know   his inner doubt   as i know the skin   underneath his shirt   i know   what he's about   i lie in bed   beside him   and unravel him   like twine   i know his depths his drives   his drawbacks   as he   knows mine      i heard they found   the lost atlantis   off the spanish coast   with a host   of hidden secrets   buried signs and symbols   green and guarded gold   and ghosts      i listen   to his breathing   and familiar   tho' he seems   his sleeping self   has wandered   to the regions of his dreams   while   off the coast of spain   the moorish moonlight beams   and deep   in guarded spanish waters   the green gold   gleams...   i lie in bed beside him   and i ask him   will you go?   he says i swear   i'll never leave you   i say   i know...