My love drifts My love drifts She's the flame that softy spins The drifting night The nuzzling, nudging firelight Oh, my bones are a trebuchet We were we were we were We were flickering Hummingbird tongues And red-mouthed flowers Your hands moving Oh, my bones are a trebuchet To throw my soul into ecstasy seas Morning light dissolves the moon Into residue Resting silver dusty on the landscape of my bed Revealing ravines