Eucalyptus

 I want to listen to you. Your voice shall never be alone as long as I am living.

You are my practice, because you make me perfect:

Perfectly happy hiding in your arms any given evening. 

I am your eucalyptus: cling on to me like a koala. 

At least there is a slab of reality that brings us peace. How hard it was to find it. 

But all the fuckery from the past seems to be undone by the present. And here we are: present.

People would say it's a gift from God; I'd say it may be heaven sent, but not a gift. We definitely worked for this.

And in the meantime, this place and time is ours to live. Live it fully. Feel it lively. 

Tennessee will always be a deeply cherished time of my life.