Fires

She only grows one flower
And he has so many leaves
So much blue behind them
It's so hard to find him
When she rides the breeze

Impale me on a sharpened limb
So I can live with them
In time I'll be
Inside the mind
Of a friend of a friend of a friend

She rides the bees
On her knees
I can hear them crying
Because they feel like dying
When she decides to leave