let’s take off the crowns
running barefoot after rains
collecting spots on ladybugs

to venus
and back to you

past the apple tree
i have a hiding place
where just the two of us play
where i wear these blue jeans of yours
and wolves are running silver moonstreets in your dark eyes
and i like how you make me come
perfumed in clairvoyance

not loud
not unmusical
and maybe we can lean against some rocks
and maybe we can even slow dance
mystic crosses are on both my palms
because magic is we are
we are love incarnate