The cool October breeze
Your warm agile fingers
This love we have created
amongst the briars.

Lover, I have lost track of time
here in the rapture of your dark eyes,
my longing is at once no more.
I run along the banks of your beauty.

There are no words between us,
indeed there have been no words for days
Just the truth of this Love
amongst the briars.

I am here,
 entangled in your muddy waters
These brazen murky moments
leave me without willful choice
I must run to you.

And though it seems that destiny
has played upon us a cruel twist of fate
I drink you in without hesitation
for the drought is approaching
and the desert is no place for us.