i’ve written about you so many times
your ears must be ringing off the hook
if silence speaks volumes, than my poetry
is screaming your name but
i dont have the energy to quiet the noise
silence may be golden,
but there is humming here
and in the treetops
the wind is singing off
key. greet me with visions you
can’t seem to shake.
there is a warmth in expectancy
and you’re my burning muse,
wildfires have no place next to you,
i wait endlessly for your cooling breath but
is there even a difference between
a fool and a poet anymore?
do i trust in your icy arms or
does your spine collect my nerves
too tightly held to feel anything but pressure.
one does not like to be weighted
but two might
with their heavy sighs, go sinking
collab between me and four-fires