plant a seed and watch it blossom
send a letter and watch it sprout
give a gift and take your bow
last night i dreamed you were in my bed
and now i am left waiting
for the edge of your love to cut me

lets turn around
and make sounds at the shadows
i drift upon love’s smokey tendrils
why can’t we garden in the winter
for love’s heart is too tender
her fingers bend and spiral
i am an eagle
and you are desire’s virtuous neglect
you remind me to breathe
for now i seek to reach you
and not teach you anything
ever again