the moon is losing her face with a solemn smile because she knows and I know, she'll always be there.
we'll always be there.
the mind is a wild thing, taking me to strange overblooming places where there is no time and space, just floating and there is no need for sense making because everything just is. 
I want a white tent for my lover and I so we can live anywhere and be home and I want him all over me like the tent,
him being the tent itself and a starlit night and we'll howl to the skies and they'll understand like the foxes we'll feed golden milk in the morning.