YOU AND I
THE NOTHING THAT MEANS SO MUCH
THE FUTURE THAT NEVER WAS
THE LOVE THAT ALWAYS IS
CLIMBING TREES WITH UNTIED SHOES
TWO FIST TWIST, HEART WRUNG DRY
THE ORGAN IT BLEEDS
THROUGH TANGLED LIMB TREES
FOR ONCE THERE WAS BEAUTY
THAT LOVED JUST ME
