Sunday, March 11, 2012

Into My Tree

He is but a worn trunk –
she a vibrant lake…. which shimmers
underneath his tree.

A truth of buried roots
which hugs the desperate ground
is her love –
which binds me to this earth.

Each day I burrow deep
with gnarled limbs of thought
until I find the freshness –
offered at her stream.

I quiver in anticipation
as the tips of me –
reach out to her
absorbing all the moisture
and draw love – into my tree.

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