Dear wrinkled face,
oh, lover friend.
Best enemy,
I love your hands.
That whole fine mind
every place
I find myself,
dear wrinkled face

Such midnight love
on this cross hung
would have scared us
when we were young.
Our sweat flows down
along this trace
The way is steep,
dear wrinkled face.

Why should we fear
to say God's name?
We are from here,
and go as we came.
We're part of all
this terror and grace.
Give me a kiss,
dear wrinkled face.

Though in this deal
we can't always speak
of what we feel
my legs go weak
when your dark eyes
light up this space,
We're yours, we're mine,
dear wrinkled face.