Spirit

So in love with this mortal coil.

So awake inside.

Hungry for the sudden arch of birds

mapping the sky.

The rush of waves cleaving into land,

again.

So hungry for her hands.

The way they lie still,

separate

and alive

inside you.

I could laugh at you,

your urgent push against my skin.

Always hungry

for that sliver of light,

those million canopies of moon

cupping the water

through the night.

But i follow.

Often your shade

and always your shadow.