Bon Iver is drunk. We’ve been tasting local wine since midafternoon, we walked home from the winery with a bottle shared between us, and we have polished off the special bourbon tonight as we rock together on the porch, listening to coyotes forging alliances in the distance.
He takes my hand and looks at me urgently. ‘Baby,’ he says. ‘Baby. I love you so much. I love you - ’ he pauses, hiccups and selects his next words. ‘I love you more than every thing in this forest.’ He gesticulates at the dark. ‘Including the tree that looks like an elf castle, which,’ he goes on, narrowing his eyes to show that he means business, ‘as you know, I really really love.’
Then he kisses me, and again whispers, ‘Baby,’ and we are silent for awhile, indulging in the power of his words.