oh my boy is like dancing on a brushed dirt floor
my boy is the wind playing soft with my curls
i have climbed in that tree
and i see what he sees
my boy is the light that floods fast over me
to glory
my darling is warm summer rain in the grass
he is fresh from the sky
he is lightening's sharp flash
his heart has old thunder's deep rumbling roll
it brews steady and heavy and hot like a coal
we are whole
my heart can't be bought for the price of the moon
he stands firm as a mountain, weight deep in his roots
i want to be water tapped fresh from his side
may my cool draught relieve us BOTH from this fire
to smoke
to float
higher
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