Moisture from a kiss,Your breath crawling over skin.My darling, you win.
Explore the great wilds,Find that which feeds your spirit:Then plant roots and grow.
Should we sail awayOr just linger beneath clouds?Let us flip a coin.
Like rushing currentsTumbling through mossy pathsI, too, fall for you.
Darling, soak it up,The mild lapping of lake waves,The burning sun's rays.
Camp fire smoke embrace;Let the coyotes call outInto chilled night air.