What a rush, a terrible rush
At my own expense
Running blind like always
My sordid adventures
But I'll be back soon

I don't know how to drown
In your tall trees yet
And I envy them a little
Embraced at their necks
By loving ghosts

Please hold me, too?
Find me when I'm lost?
Perhaps I'll kiss you with my eyes closed
Pull you under me
Wade more gently

I'll cool you down
Leave you just long enough
To shiver in my absence
Or taste the salt
I left on your lips