bay leaves

banging my head into yours

meeting myself all over again

mountains, rivers, oceans meet

rock 'n roll, anger management dancing

head banging with you is a new dance we do

but we rarely bloody each other we just merge

you scratch out my  eyeballs I stomp on your toes

then we fall in a heap of marshmallow prose

we come to our senses, more you than me

we swing on a rope from that old mossy oak tree

one spirit from two is the end that i trust

as the bay leaves a trace of the love between us

© pviel 2004