Thursday, January 3, 2013

I Am A Tree

When with her
I am a tree
leaves so full and bright
and when she speaks -
each word I savour
a richness to the fruit
But when she says my name
I always let it hang -
just a  moment longer
until it ripens in my mouth -
swallowing the sweetness
and the warmth.

When she is with me
I am a tree -
my leaves are full and bright
branches twitching
as I'm dancing….
in the wind.

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