love you
open palm i'll kiss it sweetly keeping my eyes closed. reverence or fear ? is there a difference ? open eyes stay still tracing the lines of movement take it all in let none of it go. the dance of a lure how the hook gleams in the water clearly visible it's bitten upon. a gunshot resounds the flurried panic of a pheasant resembles a dance there's beauty in the blood yet. closed fist i'll kiss it sweetly eyes open watching all the while.