[Lyric] His Days Go by the Way Her Years (Ye Mimi (translated from the Chinese by Steve Bradbury))

he smells like bottled root beer
her pie in the sky allays his hunger and his days go by the way her years
he is a lonely plural
her door-latch is sour or sore
the au contraire of plentiful is he
(won’t they help her build her Tower of Basil?)
she hairs his chest he heartens her sweetheart
one day every living soul will turn to soil
he ocean fleets a vessel
she mountain passes a night
Wednesday likes the rain
by rain were they woven into angelfish
eyes unfolded into riddles
yet he steals beneath her iron skin
and leaning on the chair-back of time
gradually invents a kind of knock

the more he is the sun the more she is the moon