Seeing is believing
And I believe she would
Brown Indian-giver eyes
She stares
The pen slips from my lips
As I lean in for a taste
The smell is wild
And I can sense it bitter
My gums fill up with sweat
And fluid

She grabbed my hand and took me to the river
To meet me with the water
To bring me to the giver
He comes and he takes me away
Every night
When the sun creeps down behind the willows
He rises from the stream and lifts me off my feet
We float above the earth
Lock lips and giving birth
Mosses in the wood
Fallen trees mark the path back home
We arrive
Wasted and gone
Exhausted

I lay my head to rest
And she lets me go

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