Where do you go?
To a wolf's apartment or a sheep's department store?
where is the more hiding in you?
as I aim to push on through
riding rails, unfurling sails to let the wind get to you.
any shiver from a frozen wind, any quiver with an arrow's kin. You're the one who sees with eyes and feels without heart
isn't that a start?
with a locked heart and tied laces.
Covered in soot from climbing down chimneys and drowned in proposals of squeezing through garbage disposals to sneak a glimpse of the fire I let to give away.
Now I just get the spins to forget the grins and regrets of not dancing with the pine. This love like wine needs time to breathe out.
Yet the danger of seeing you turn to a stranger
is worth a hundred goodbyes.
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