I would like to take your serration
and run it over the tender part...

Envelop me like a current
as the sunlight falls to pieces...

Just tell me
who you want me to be...

I ran from you,
a skittish yearling...

I ache
for...

Your lips
pressed softly...

The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...

I sway gently into sleep
cresting on the waves...

Vibrant, real
tangible...

Tonight is a night for secrets and stories
and perhaps...

How many bubbles
does it take to drown...

I hunger
like the moon...