Two things fall

Two things fall:
The rain onto the tin;
The mist along the sand.

Then two things more:
Your sarong onto my paintbox;
The brush out of my hand.

And two things fall:
My lips on your rose islands,
Rising through the sea.

Then two things more:
The sun out of the evening;
The wild moon in my lee.

And two things fall:
A starfruit in the garden;
The night over the beach.

Then two things more:
Our sleeping bodies parting;
Your heart out of my reach.