I say unto her:

I should broadcast myself into a million bubbles of carbonation

and then

maybe

you will drink me up

and happiness will arrive

 

 

she says unto me:

perhaps

drinking you

carbonation and all

would solve no dilemma, would alleviate only the symptoms

 

...the sky could fall on us.

 

I would follow her unto the ends of the earth, if she were to ask it of me.