taking deep ocean-steps
in the direction of you,
i breathe quietly
through the pores of my tongue
so as not to startle you
with my boldness;
hush of moss-draped oaks
and their crushing silences
keep vigil against me;
limbs are heavy and sodden
with my best treacherous intentions,
skin drinking the wet
from the air, drowning in the coming thunder;
for you i would dare
even the lightning.