no man is an island

As discussed before, a great example of a plotless poem. I especially liked the idea of love eroding, sweeping away our outer selves, our shells. How this loosing our shells is not described as something violent or dangerous, but actually something wished for. Because I feel for true love it is essentially necessary to let each other get close, past this exterior self. I think as you describe it in the poem, humans are truly longing to finally be able to show their true selves. I also liked the song you linked, to me it fit perfectly with this contented, slowly sinking feeling of the poem.