I’m looking for
Something daring,
Passionate with fire,
Something so intimate that
Touching you
I leave no trace.
What could turn
My words
To embers
Before they
Reach your
Hearth.
Up until now
I’ve only known how
To tend to my own growing,
And drying in this forest -
My dying.
Today,
I mean this very moment now,
The woodcutter spots me
And everything’s
About to change.
