the voice from here and beyond
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
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