Mendocino.

What a rush, a terrible rush

At my own expense

Running blind like always

My sordid adventures

But I'll be back soon

I don't know how to drown

In your tall trees yet

And I envy them a little

Embraced at their necks

By loving ghosts

Please hold me, too?

Find me when I'm lost?

Perhaps I'll kiss you with my eyes closed

Pull you under me

Wade more gently

I'll cool you down

Leave you just long enough

To shiver in my absence

Or taste the salt

I left on your lips