I was in the Badlands when you found me.
I was dragged along on the string of your balloon,
my toes scraped the Rockies when we barely made it.
I wanted to take a bite out of your fleeing cloud, I wanted to
swim in your ocean.
We rode donkeys in Mexico; we stayed up until the still morning beside the lagoon in Venice where you
wrapped me up in silk scarves, poured wine between my lips.
Down my nose;
we danced all night.
You opened all the windows and the bugs crawled across the ceiling and we finally slept restless on the bare floorboards.
I climbed you like a mountain, you’re a forest, I’d go anywhere.