I listen to you.

I asked How Do You Feel Down here, here with us when we we are so All Mixed Up in the Amber light the color of the First Straw of summer, Flowing Beyond the Gray Sky when they said Don't Stay Home, and we did, and then you said I'll Be Here Awhile for our Lovesong, but it wasn't just awhile, it was forever. You Wouldn't Believe then the words coming from your Transistor radio, those words to Do You Right, and the Beautiful Disaster we were waiting for to happen, drinking our own Homebrew, lovely Creatures getting drunk with each other.

Imagine us, Black and White People coming together in an Angry Mad Season of sorts, both Bent and wanting to Stop sleeping in the Bed of Lies at every Rest Stop that other people tell us. I can never think If You're Gone or if You Won't Be Mine; you, the Last Beautiful Girl because when we come together, when we Leave the Crutch of thoughts behind, we know love is The Burn.

He Calls Home and remembers a Mother's Dream has faded to only a dream now. He says to her Don't You think it is time for Change, for the things left Far Behind makes No Sense for us now; for You, for me. He holds her hand and as they go outside the Rain falls and she tells him "Cover Me" and her words strike like an Arrow and he starts to feels something Blossom inside him.