the walls we've built are brick and
brick and
high atop glass shards glint and
it is night, but climb.
because we love as
earth loves earth, and sky the sky, but
imperfectly. and
under the
moonstorm trees bend
in the wind. limbs
buck and bend in the wind and
so lean to me. shiver and twist but
lean to me and see my dress, and i'll
let it slip, like this,
like this, and love,
take me in your arms.
