I want my heart broken open, apart on the floor
valves spilling out sunlight pouring out from my core

my warmth comes from you, your limbs and your spine
you pull me in closer to find what we hide

I've put too many eggs in this basket
The rattan is wearing thin
Maybe we can build another
Out of fresh reeds and some skin
Wind it together like our souls intertwined
Glue it so strongly with our deepening insight
It'll hold once it dries in the crisp autumn light

bright like the scent of citrus
the smell of your hair as
i lie on your chest
telling you tales of winter unrest
scraping away the layers of leaves
waiting to fall upon your knees
speak to my soul, my eyes seem to know
how far we can go if we both well please

sing to me the song of the season
changing and growing and shaving off secrets
pierce through the skin
fall out through the center
i've been left unopened, but this is much better

we sat on the earth
the air in our lungs
a picture so clear
you were my dear, calling me darling.

my mind is turned
with the thoughts of you
so far from me
thinking of sinking, into the deep dark sea.

I want to find you in the storm of the sea
the calm of the waves
crashing down onto me

the clasp of your hand
on the nape of my neck
as we lie in the sun with our backs bending back

the roots of our touch
planting into the ground
hoping that we will be lost and then found

like an x on the map that’s marking the spot
the dots that connect
the have and have nots

just look into my eyes
the soul and the prize
finding its way out of the darkened night skies.

my oh my,
      my faraway one
far from the land
      and the sea
           and the sun.

the breath that you breathe
      sinking into the seas
         gasping for me
           in the warm summer breeze.

my faraway one
     taller than trees
           deeper than roots
              growing down to the seas
the love for we is all you may need.

I slept through the summer sunset
the solstice sat upon my hips
shadows falling past us
quiet the words outside our lips