Listen to the Deer Tick Sing

I wait for you to come to brush your shoe against the blade of grass I'm sitting on touch me with your hand as you reach for one last violet to take home or pick up a worm to place gracefully in the garden even better if you lie on a hillside to watch the sunset or breathe in stars I will feel your warmth, bury my head next to that freckle on your calf, that hair on your forearm, or just behind the lobe of your left ear I promise not to take too much blood into my swelling body only what I think I need and I will never let you know I am here though I will love you deeply