April 24, 2020

Vanilla and rum on my tongue
Rain on a summer night

Waking up in the woods
with no path in sight

Aerial views of islands
I've never seen alight

That line you once wrote
About a poet born blind

Dark rendezvous at midnight
With danger on my mind

That first blueberry I tasted
The only one of its kind

That nameless town that calls to me
On every journey alone

The way you touch my skin
Why does madness feel like home!