Savanna

Lady holds her arm up,

pressed wavering between my eyes.

Lady, loosen your grip!

Nothing delicate about your savanna blood,

Never was, but a moody heart and a heat wave.

And the past slips through my fingers- we are better for it,

Come move,

move like we don’t know anything for sure,

move like we will never be here again,

move like these eyes stay open for you.