Sam Ace.
"A nymphy dance on keyboards, a night in the dirt,
a fairy boy in my bed, your feet on the pink waters,
turning to moss, the clear dark winters by fires,
a flight over the bridge for nail polish,
a branch from last year's storm.
These are my breaking hours, my heart against yours,
traveling by sea.
You are wrapped in a blue scarf.
I think you were raised by a moose."
Sam Ace.