-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

tree heart

~ four letters

i am still damp bark on your lips
the dust you inhaled
when we saw it first

i am still that cold wet dip
that you are afraid
to open your eyes beneath

making love on the mother rock
the way goddess sucks her teeth

i am still curling desire
and the taste of your hidden
shapes

there are places today
you have missed
and they ask for you

there are knots yet to comb
from the last time you tangled me

reminding

how the storm
hasn't broken

my tree heart
growing fruit for you

never stop taking

another

4:06 p.m. - 2006-09-12
1 comments

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

previous - next