Someone should tell them why I have an affinity
for those who share the same feeling of wistfulness
and the loss of an orchard that was once pure to those
who cannot feel love
Our hair tangles into groves of fading color,
trails curving up into our glasshouse hidden from sky's
view by treetops, when I sleep next to someone so
beautiful like you, I deem it Mother Nature's design
and not to spite anyone
The trust between us, far greater hands have watered us
but our questions fade as we reach Eden
Nay, no waning swallow songs amongst these edges
of greens, no work to be had to let us grow
No need to fear us
