And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.
This line was my favorite line to read. The way sounds so sexual, but it really isn't. Because obviously, you can't plunge one's tongue to another's heart. But the way this is about knowing someone on more than just a surface level. In fact, it is about knowing someone so deeply and intimately that the only way it can be described is by this imagery.