in a frozen corpse of trees
a bone cold and older than our bodies
slowly floating in the sea
Iron and Wine The Shepherd's Dog
I remember you
shaded from the moon's glow by that enormous tree.
Our shapes were undetectable by all others
it was romantic for me
for you, primal
as we howled at the new summer moon.
Gotta love Mercury retrograde, huh?
I just feel off kilter and cranky. And I am sick in the high heart. Ah, delicious compassion!
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BUT
He is soothing
like cool cool waters
his eyes like Iron and Blue torquise
like a smooth, dusty fossil.
I was looking down
and there he was.
There was love.
