i long to be
the grass beneath
her bare feet
the breeze swirling
in her lungs
the sunlight upon
her soft skin
and the love making
her pulse race

she is my first thought
upon waking
my last before sleep
and the spectre
i chase in dream

i am a fool
with a carefully
restrained heart
that thunders
frantically against
the cage of ribs
keeping my love
from rupturing out
to drown the land
in a torrent of
passionate panic
bruising itself
in manic rapture
leaving destruction
in wildflower petals
and sorrowful refrain