you have kind umber eyes
burnt black brown skin
both eager to know me, know love
not knowing we are not the same
I am the wind blowing far from here
not into your desert home
your space and simplicity attracts me
the sweetness in your smile, also this
but I know the machine is still running
coming soon, I say
and I beg of still water, come find me
[ g r e e n ] 
Beautiful and deeply emotional. ❤