spring is a cold bucket of water

[crude_noise]

As good as I could possibly imagine my life getting,
It did after I met you.
The way you reached inside my chest
And pulled out things and sent them off,
The way your breaths blew.
And as good as it got with all the layers peeling off,
And though I'll rise I did not upset you.
And with your hand down my throat,
You held onto my heart and pumped blood through,
And then:
"It's time to go"
You said
"It's time to go out, you little grey goose.
Get out from under my wing"
You said,
"You swan, go on, get out, you're turned loose"
"Oh! So it's over?
Oh, so we die?
Oh, so your hand on my heart pumping blood went limp?"
So I have flight,
Oh, swan inside



mt. charleston, on a cloudy day