[breathe on me] thoughts on May evenings
breathe on me
so I can
smell all of your
lilac-coloured inhalations
and lay me down
gentle
in lonely green
feilds that could
just as easily be your arms
set me to tree-music
and dance your
and dance your
fireflys and cocky tulips
to all my songs
for once
in the white shadow of a
single-minded moon
exhale
perfect blue evenings
on the back of my neck
in that way you
have
of pretending your
forever
is any
more
than just
tonight