Our relationship with the Earth
Can be defined by two choices
Parasitic or Symbiotic
We choose to be fleas
*Why not choose to be Pilot fish?

I want to orchestrate a collage of every mistake
Of all the broken bones of my past
The gnarled roots I grew incorrectly
Twisted metal of permanent choices

Music will remind me to stay present
Bones will rattle with a stronger future
My roots will show of perseverance
Metal a foundry of choices I refuse to rebuild

That spark and fire
Flooding veins with desire
I am thoroughly singed
By this heat between our skin
Bodies pulling closer
Mouth aching for just one taste
Converge
Two bright spiral sparkle super nova souls
Filling every corner, penetrating every hole
Always leaves me thirsty for more
For one night away from the warmth of your sun
Feels like days in darkness
Shine hidden until you turn your smile this way once again

I told her there was very little of me left to love,
and with glassy blue-green eyes she replied
*There is enough