as the last
constellation
brushed into light
planets not yet given
to name
as weeds tangled over
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
carving canyons
to the sea
with reckless abandon –
love me
. . .