Meek; Wild - Brooke Waggoner

On your lips you kept her kiss

And washed it down with lily grass

You’re married to your best of friends

With good clean love like ice and glass

Midnight courtships on the porch

You put the proof upon her lips

And smashed the smoldering ash with fists

To make it meek and wild with bliss

Eyelids on the pillowcase

Fabric that you’re a part of

Beneath the folds of her keep

The must for hibernating