Her fox cut, the hair pushing over her face, cover all but her crecent smile
As she runs looking back, the sound of trees resembling her
Spirits as one, glowing moon she calls a smile
Summer dress that commands the blue grass to sway with her
Fireflies in my stomach surround us
Eyes blue and yellow, stormy shore, wild and becoming
The untamable pull between us, a kiss, serenity and nirvana
The sta...