after the prairie was the field

I can feel magic's trick
in letting yourself feel all the love you can for someone
trickling let it keep trickling
out of your pores like hot breath

and maybe it will occur for at least one of us
the intimacy of hot breath wish

i think you're so cute
confounding the world
puzzle of land
riddle of land

A careless thread passes with care

that dream of holding the land

Wanna see you

word as gulch

and its roots out dry dangled

Rearranged and traded

slips hillside

away from my window early orange

Cuddles have all turned mumbly

simulating our togetherness

Matters of being mud hardens just in time

To not love something anymore