I'm drawn to your body: I am the moth, You are my fire. I caress your arms: You are the song, I am your choir. I kiss your lips: You are the beach, I am your tide. I lay you down: I am the seeker, You are my guide.
Smoke drifts through the air, Sere leaves burnt in a pile. A chill in the air, but a warm sun. Stretched out like a cat on the crisp grass That smoky wind blows by. How long I’ve waited for you. My burnt orange heaven.