I am concerned
That you are my desert spring
And I will drown in you
That I haven't felt like this
In a ****** long time.
And I will forget
I am concerned of tying the stem of your flower-kite
And gluing it to a brick.
And I will forget my nature
To drag you through the thorn bushes naked.
I am concerned
That You will make me
Happier than I have been in a year
Of purgatory
Only for me to leave.
And I am concerned
That I may
Fly this plane into a building


and say a four-letter word