sparkling cider bubbles in my mouth
to love you, how?
the taste of strawberries in syrup
to love you, how?

whether the weather withers
upon the exit of a strange bird
whose wings slapped about a star
that burned across a broken sky
which from the wound petals fell
and as they rained clung to the hope
that spread as a wind
that changed directions on your whims
and these whims spin like a top
and from across the river you can see
how it spins off the table
disappearing into the glass…

sparkling cider bubbles in my mouth
to love you, how?
this taste of strawberries in syrup
to love you, how?

you lay your body over the table
gaze towards the sky
the day lays down a blade
in the form of the sun’s rays
but you shield your eyes with your hand
and the water rushes and spills over my feet
those lips a rope
and i’m being led
but i cannot swim
and the riverbeds have been carved deep
i’m swept away
your gaze still towards the sky

my mouth still bubbling with desire
to love you, how?
and hope of your love begins to fade
just a taste of strawberries in syrup now