In a house,
               empty
of everything but
                               flowers
                               light through the windows,
I would relax into you
in all that                       green
every evening,
                        head dizzy from
                                     all that extra
                                                  breathing.
I would uncurl
                    your spine
Stretch you
As tall as
Mountains
                         Read every leaf of your tree line
                                   every word of your would be
                                                                                       pages
in all that                  green
                   empty
of everything but
                               flowers.