as the last
constellation
brushed into light
planets not yet given
to name
as weeds tangled over
the barbs of our past
I want you
to love me
that way

as a three quarter moon
oceans obey
souls coming back
for a kiss
as the memory of sparrows
sailing to home –
I need you
to love me
like this

like a wild
tameless river
split through the pines –
canyons carved
to the sea
pebbles and seashells
left to our wake
with reckless abandon –
love me

. . .