If I’m abundant – 
Sun-drunk and open
Sweet with sap
Won’t you press your hand to me
Peel back my bark in layers? 

Let’s drink like animals
Together, you and I 
Knowing one another 
In some old code of closeness

We are not looking for answers–
Not right nor wrong 
We are not things of ruin or praise 
We are more like trains 
Rolling by the sea
And still–
I think it is you 
Riding me.