Burning Pine

Bored as the sun goes down

you I lost you

I I remember above me The shade of your curly hair

I I (alone)

Pine for you--- for you I I pine

I want to say the word over and over again just to annoy

Once smothering me with kisses

I almost died of joy

Now the ocean and the art won’t help

I I (alone)

Pine for you--- for you I I pine

I will say the word over and over again just to annoy

 Unable to think or feel properly Stupified

 like a salmon fighting up-stream 

Knowing not why

Burning yearning deeply;  

I said I never would--But I do