Yeah there is some of this still stuck between my bones. White like sea birds dipping on the wind
You are thunder and lightning
A wind that pulls at my only soul

The scratch of the grasshopper
As rain taps here and.           There
On the roof

Can you understand
That the gust of your word breaths
Dip deep rooted trees
A haunted howl on the wind
The scent of lavander and rose bud

How that would smell
On the give of your neck

The waves stir demon high
From the scream of your whisper
Floods homes next to the sea

But I would sleep on a wet floor
Sleep cold in your wind

Today I threw it all into the river
And the pieces all splashed
Pulled along the current

If I die
Put my body in the sea
Where your storms boil