Weighted past
The darkness brings
One year lover
One year free
Time's up for me
I say, "I love you"
You say the same
Was I the piece of a puzzle
Without a name
On off
Over and done
Must admit it sure was fun
One year lover
One year free
Time's up for me
On-off switch
Anchor on a string
Tied to the lever
The darkness you bring
Time to time
You smile and listen
Seeing what could be mine
But when I reach
I miss the breach
That joins me to you
The Coyote
Note: Half this poem is very old. Teen years. I must have found it when I was in Utah, felt in touch with it, and decided to add to it.
Coyote
of LEVEL 2 -- 
