__________by Turner
It is not often I come to u naked and alone
And w/o minor trepidation but love cannot remember
All that we have come up against.
You still make me weak
And u make me sink
And think of all the stormy days when love
Was past tense and to make u drown down there
Was the topic of the day
Honey chile, wild sister
To kiss each other was certain certainty
Of outta the box sexuality
Of crazy touchiness and make the lie such a truth
But I am here naked in their wisdom and your
Belief that you will lie with me in silent grass
And torn whispers
You still make me breath
And you make me need this wonderful
Life
