"I am in bliss with you," she said
"I long to kiss you, just not in my bed."
blinded bracing for the fall,
arms crossed as she bled
"Now I don't feel this at all"

Trees teach you ratios of breath
the warmth of awake
an un-read bounty in this,
quite clear off the bed, up to the wall.
I pull the dawn up to your ears upon their narrow folds
slowness of day creeps open,
finds us swirling with its golds.