The breath of the wind through these trees-
These beautiful, strange trees
Seeming unstable, but older than either of us-
Is inspiring, yes.
But not as much as your breath in my ear.

I could write sonnets to this cave, this grotto
Overflowing with purity and so empty,
So full of possibility
But I prefer the tangled depths of your eyes.
They're full of vines, you know.
They're full of a different possibility.

Mountains and valleys create the geography of this place
And a beautiful scene it is.
Eons have been hard at work here
But it is external, and therefore less.

You are quite the archaeologist.