I need the touch of a lover
against the beating of my heart.
To entangle myself against the warmth of their heated skin.

I need to be able to shed my flesh
And sink under the waves of the great seas.
To dissolve into the oceans foam
Dispersing in its undercurrents.

To be able to run bare,
Free!
Into the Redwood forests.
Feeling the rotting wet foliage
Under and between my toes.
Melding with the roots deep bellow
And the branches high above.

I need to be able to feel the wind,
Caressing my cheeks at the highest peak of the mountain.
To have the freedom to fall.
Sprouting wings of dark father and white gold.
To dance with the four corners of the world.

Strands of dead cells spun in gold.
Dyed Pink and shorn close.
Punk Rock, Rebellious.
Makes my heart race.

A sweet smile,
A button nose,
Framed by strong cheek bones.
A beauty to behold.

High in her tower.
Made of strong wood,
Softened and warn.
An Owl hoots next door.
Wisdom held in its gaze.
Reflected into bright blue eyes.

Oh!
Such beauty,
Such wisdom.
Locked away so far North.

To fly on wings of Love,
To the Siren high above.

Blistering heat at my back,
The earth quakes with restlessness,
For the South Longs for your presence as much as I.