To Drink You, Alive This Way

A poem that I wrote some years ago, rediscovered today. The words strike me quite differently now.

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To become
wild
tomorrow
is to hold the mountain
unravelled.
To become anything at all
requires only
your
ribboned
heart.
I could drink you
alive this way
and that,
tearing along the
border lines
drawn
of our past.
Let's make a run for it
just like
we talked about,
while there's still
a chance.