Well, I am grasping infinitely at straws
Singing, laughing
The woods around me, birds and leafy clouds
Paths unblazed, buttons undone
You are her, again, you are the creature
And the moment your grip loosens I wish
I was crushed, juiced into the atmosphere
The scents of the natural and unobtuse
Your tongue smells me on the breeze
And I live on, in the hunger of your eyes
©another
A