Shake this.
Shake the songs from her
when she's cycling off
and taking turns off
in front of me.
And kiss the breeze for me
so long as the earth's
still always shaking for me
for the first time.
And eyes like
ours these days
were meant for the morning.
They don't burn
quite so hard
in the morning.
They work better
no glasses
up close
in the morning.
And just then
if it rained
I might even say
there's a god out there
somewhere.
