with love for those who can't help their red skin

You’re rosy in May—are you mine?

Are you mine? Walk this way.

When we look off the edge of the bridge,

we can tell it’s still raining,

but we know it won’t stay...

Cast from clothing, our legs hanging down from a pier,

quite the pair of true lovers we look from afar.

Can’t stand still or sit still or be still and still,

it’s the motion that turns me to stillness inside…

Wait one afternoon, or two hours, but don’t hold your breath.

A fresh scent lingers on the deck from leaves left…

When the sun dies down, we know it’s time.

Are you mine?

You are mine…