I want to swim in the ocean of your eyes,
know your warmth in the winter’s chill.
I want to burn in the fire of your hair,
an offering made humbly at your feet.
The nights are long,
a vast outstretching sea.
Spring awaits on distant shores.
Soon the cold will give you wings,
and carry you far away like a blossom
taken by the April wind.
With you goes the Summer’s heat,
the night bird’s song,
the firefly’s glow.
But I’ll always find you in my dreams,
and recite your verse
Rough
and
Raw
upon the thirsty canvas.