(nhạc: Vũ Thành An - thơ: Richard Cleveland)

What have I in the hollow of my hand hold thus ?
A clutch of air
The shape, the size, the form of your familiar breast
What have I found between my hands held apart just so
The width and breadth and silken warmth of hips
which I have come to know
And when I close my wasted eyes
what is it then I see ?
The depths of your dark eyes gazing back at me
Sometimes when the mind forgets
The body recollects
Sometimes when the mind forgets
The body recollects