My monotonous anatomy, my bland vocal branchless tree, drown my tongue with wine, let's tell the truth about a lie, lets just hide. Lets run with the fox and light fires around fields, lets kiss inside an igloo, that melted outside. When did they forget that they were young? I remember the time we ran from the bears claw. Rip open the sunset sky like a tin can, and swing on the wings of a divinity fish. I hear the wolves calling for blood. They say the souls of lovers are in the trees, and they whisper to each other in the breeze.
There are lovers dying in the amazon.