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
