Dear Mine

Despite the separation I've been seeing you everywhere,
your eyes are worn into the tree before me.
Despite my desperation all the roots are letting free,
and I'm seeing it go down in sharp relief.

Dear Mine do you remember,
the flaming arch in the field where you loved me.
Do you recall how the chiggers,
nibbled at your sundrenched skin,
as you stood in the field where you loved me.

Indeed my inclination is to make salsa of my heart,
and throw in the herbs that we collected.
Although release it sounds delicious,
I won't let you let me go,
so I'm descending into that fiery world below.

Dear Mine do you remember,
the flaming arch in the field where you loved me.
Do you recall how the chiggers,
nibbled at your sundrenched skin,
as you stood in the field where you loved me.

The bricks that you laid may be impervious to urban decay,
but then God's a killer and creator.
And this overgrown oak tree that I"m sitting beneath,
well like I said it has the eyes of you.

Dear Mine do you remember,
the flaming arch in the field where you loved me.
Do you recall how the chiggers,
nibbled at your sundrenched skin,
as you stood in the field where you loved me.