Feast

High School - 2005

As I step to the flower
I hear roars
I think of how beautiful love, like flowers, can be.

As I breath in deeply the fresh night air
I smell foul play
I think of how love, like the air, is clean and fresh.

I walk atop the cliff to meet you
I feel unstable – It’s a long fall.
I think of how honest and caring love is.

I fill myself with faith of our love
I trust you to be the wind that allows me to walk upon the air
It is then that I see what my senses were always aware of
As I fall into your mouth of lupine ivories.