The scent in those leaves is yours

The heat of the tangle we share

The hit of this tango we’ve skipped

Long lost in the jungle we wait

Four limbs to be strangles in “yes”

Head light from the toggle and twish

I’ve longed to be headstrong and wrong

Five eyes to be open and melt

You’re mine from the tangle of trust

Knee-deep–

I’m yours from the break of the day

Put out what you’ve set ablaze.