"You are so foreign to me
It’s intoxicating
Watching your intoxication
With the nature that so buzzes around
You have a favorite bird call...
It’s amazing
The way you look at flowers
We pass by on the trail
Giving every mushroom the love
And the presence of the Dalai Lama
You are so foreign to me
It’s intoxicating
Watching your movements
How you roar
Sometimes so softly
From the cloudy ripples of your blankets
Seeing you melt once again
As a cat walks on you for the twelfth time today
As time slips away into the wade pool of infinity
And again we are left here in blankets
You are foreign to me
It’s so intoxicating
How am I not you?