Let There Be Seasons So

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

Yet Love Enters My Blood Like An I.v., Dripping In Its Little White Moments.

I Can Only Sign Over Everything, The House, The Dog, The Ladders, The Jewels, The Soul, The Family Tree, The Mailbox. Then I Can Sleep. Maybe.

And Tonight Our Skin, Our Bones, That Have Survived Our Fathers, Will Meet, Delicate In The Hold, Fastened Together In An Intricate Lock. Then One Of Us Will Shout, "my Need Is More Desperate!" And I Will Eat You Slowly With Kisses Even Though The Killer In You Has Gotten Out.

Put Your Ear Down Close To Your Soul And Listen Hard.