I Want You in My Tree

I want you in my tree.

The height from here

Makes crystal clear

Your shot glass filled with tea.

It’s you without a doubt.

I barely chance

A downward glance

While lasts the stormy drought.

So dry my tears with rain;

Can brimming eyes

Dispel disguise?

Now what is left to gain?

Let’s dance ‘til leaves are stirred

And heartbark raw

Is bared in awe

With every spoken word.

Just take my wants with rain.

A drop or two

And we’ll make do;

We’ll climb to higher plains.