We make love to this state
as if it's the only home that...

Smoky pine, cedar, and cloves
haunt the grove close to home...

My yellow hair wakes you up,
platinum waves cascading down...

Your hands,
Like the softness...

I am sure you are one of the few
who hears my blood running...

Have me reach your love beyond raven walls,
further than the lacuna of my query...

I have grown under your watchful wings
shielded from threatening insecurities...

I first learned to smile
because you shared your happiness...

I felt your death and
rebirth on a Tuesday...

You are
more than just a melody to me...

You ask how I feel?
Exposed - a newborn...

I hope I don't see you in the morning.
I hope our paths never cross again...