Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.

Peaks reach up with puckered lips
dying to kiss the sky
Hills not lush, but green with envy
at the rain, lucky to dwell on high
but the peaks cannot fathom
why the rain would fall to the tree and the sea
when the sky is what they want so very desperately
such is the nature of desire
all seems greener on divergent pastures