Wild Things

Oh green of yore,

drown me in your arms, 

until I cannot breathe anymore. 

Hold me quiet in the misty sun, 

pardon,

my cynical heart 

and unresting soul,

chase me through 

winds unknown 

carry me home 

into entangled vines 

preach, preach of a life 

bitter and cold,

lie to anyone who could want you more. 

I am yours and yours alone, 

the green,

green of yore, 

never, never let me go.