You Are So Foreign to Me; It's Intoxicating

You are so foreign to me

It’s intoxicating

Watching your intoxication

With the nature that so buzzes around

You have a favorite bird call It’s amazing The way you look at flowers

We pass by on the trail

Giving every mushroom the love And the presence of the Dalai Lama You are so foreign to me It’s intoxicating Watching your movements How you roar Sometimes so softly From the cloudy ripples of your blankets Seeing you melt once again As a cat walks on you for the twelfth time today As time slips away into the wade pool of infinity And again we are left here in blankets You are foreign to me It’s so intoxicating

How am I not you?