To Drink You, Alive This Way

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


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.