How can I touch you with your back to my face?
How can I say what matters what's dearest to me now?
I thought it was good.
Out in the soil patch I dig in a day.
Circling for metaphor or a hope to make me better today.
When I know it's just a thought.
Your shoulders
On my mind
Wonderful game
A love learned
A kiss
It is love.
It is true.
In this cliff
Perched with a board
With a pattern pace
And I can see the outlines
Of a sea-storm taken shape
Was it ever soft and still?
How can I touch you in this winter?
How can I love you with my spirit blown away?