Indian Giver

In our garden, you are blossoming. You give
and you take you take so much.
You are still an angel, the boon giver.

I lay you down as sweet as honey and you
are only for me, all mine.

When I tune the violin the music moves like waves.
And in our separation, my eyes flow like rivers we’ve fished.
My eyes become the boat, and we glide through the rough waters.
The shining moon still sees your face, even through haze.

You are an Indian giver. You give, you take. I want you
to return to me, and stay. Your gentle smile has become the taste for me.
But the darkness your eye-brows sheds seem to be nightsand I cannot wait till morning
to lay you down sweet as honey, and for real.
Don’t take it away. You gave it to me.
I want you and I will stay.
I need you
And I will obey

Because you were mine, Indian giver.
You were mine and you can’t take that away.