your calloused fingers
building centuries of soul
splinters of the world

laugh into the night
wind carrying whiskey wisps
your authentic air

with you i am small
not a child but a songbird
cooing at your strength

the sun has wrapped you up
leather coat and golden blonds
clothed by nature's love

when you nurture me
beneath your confident touch
i feel i should run

i'm sorry for me
i don't deserve any of you
sweet primal lover