Barren, Love.

Yes, the air you breath is holy.

And yes, I've been downgraded from the sky.

You gave your heart a reason.

I gave my heart a beat.

Yes, your passion was a newborn.

Yes. My passion was barely native, but pure and white.

Yes, you were fixed before.

I've never, but in this Earth

(and stay with me as I say this)

I have seen more and I have felt more as

I have walked on fire and broken glass.

Yes, you seem to have walked and

I myself have a reason (as well)

to love you

from my yellow sun who has

never been confused. Never.

Far across the room I see you from a wide crack.

Far and intangible.

You have read the score from a mountain,

a cold, severed, one-hit melody downwards:

Bb

A

Ab

E

It makes me coil, you are so far and upwards you rise.

I deserve you.

I deserve more.

I deserve more.

I deserve far much more.