Speak slowly to me
as you touch my lips...

If I could write something pretty-
I imagine it would feel...

I've always loved you--
your hands, your eyes...

I run
too quickly...

You remember that day,
the one where you showed up before the sun did...

She felt bright and shiny
and a little bit new...

Wish
feel...

I am electric.
Full of streaming lights and silence...

Somewhere, perhaps California
there are lemon trees, full and green...

Find me here,
behind my words...

I breathe you in -
electrifying...

The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...