Awareness

'dear' how would you know it all; unless, i said to you that I am frightened, famished and thus then only. i was goodness assembled by only you, too very high i was next to the one on top, between the fork of your tree and it is held by you. wild are my eyes, my hair now short unkempt and a long time 'yes' a very long time much are the fruit so ripe around me. fishing and completely rides the tide so high around me. and being dubious of my purchase on the rocks and you my one and only that I tighten and always so much always so much gently. only l' you only one, that i am no one without your effort. like I m' hanging in the fork and reach outside out off my purchase and you tighten it. and it is dropped with only the slightest form the pressure, in your hand while i hang on and in the fork of my new purchase. and in my hand i wont tell and to always shake the bite right off the fruit you/I tighten moved it well and the juice and why it functions in the middle of my hand and off my mouth and why/my mouth is so full with shrimp and with the fishing. and as juice injects upwards into the air, i know we caught a big one and i reach for the next one and the sleeping bag so right and white on the pink skin and like the last oyster' i swallowed raw at last you tighten and the next one. the sleep in the fork the moon is raised to highten my awareness