with me

hold high ceilings with firm hand holds,

like the knots we weave through handheld water;

giving too much of yourself is the fastest way to lose your perfect,

soft, open flame.

we want

red hot burning dreams to stay awake through

waterfalls and tired feet,

the aching wish we can't escape.

bring your friends, bring your heart,

breathe with me.

we will sing 'til there's no morning,

swimming with the strongest pull inside and out.

Will you welcome what you run from,

knowing that it's for your perfect,

soft, open flame?