Naked Words

Language of forget where you came from
Language of turning wild
Language of your hand pulling the hair away from my ear
Draw me down to the sucking earth
Trees lush and lining the road
Dust blowing upward
Climb over this dead-end
Where the trail picks up again
The miles it takes to shed civilization
Full moon coming in
Burning the room to cleanse it
One bird in the distance
Everywhere it wanted to go
It went