Fir I

 

Pour down a cascade of snow
fall over my evergreen desires
flutter your whiteness against my branches
bury me under your weight
I will bend to you but will not break

 

Fir II

 

I will moan out your name
as you melt yourself down into my roots
sustain me with your wetness
fill me up drop by drop

 

Fir III

 

Come the high time of sun you will be gone
my parched lips needful of your caress
burning under a wrathful sky

 

Fir IV

 

Pour me down with a deluge of lust
kissing me hard for every day missed
the mist holding us together
I stand tall beneath you
as we rattle the world between us