Your frame became a gentle nest where I could rest my eyes, a place to lay and let the country go careening by Your fingers laced my locks and traced my hillsides bodies curled about heavily swarmed with butterflies I recall the day the way you said my name changed One day we climbed the tallest hill to feel mighty and high While winds they raced, locked in embrace, we closed our ardent eyes Ravenous as kings, they nearly had us on our knees but I swear right then I felt the world had melted at our feet and all of California was our kingdom the Golden Gate meant to placate the tyrants we'd become and all of San Francisco's hearts would synchronize one beat would quake the earth and make the skyline yours and mine I recall the day that your brother laid his face pressed to the grass so green the wonders before him unseen Fifty suns arose and fell until back home I came and forced to face to what I'd gracelessly betrayed A love I'd left alone in my abandoned bed to lay; the butterflies all up and died with 'guilt' written on their graves So, my love, I walk now upon eggshells teetering like the lightest tree trunk trying not to be felled So, my love, I bring to you the truth in offering enlighten you with honesty and warn you tenderly that I am made of bones as delicate as nature and I am made of skin tough as an elephant's hide and I made of two hearts, one that can beat faster than the hummingbird's wing flies but it must be fed, it must be excited It must be pumped by a strong and eager palm but every hand will inevitably tire and then my fire's flames, they calm