the tree was waiting
just for me. she seemed
to be welcoming me onto
her outstretched limbs
the child of me was a tree
climber, so i let her out
just enough to help me clamber
onto a low lying branch
the oak was dressed in mosses
and lichen- a mint green lace
an emerald feather boa
and i think of course, of love.
did i throw away too much?
thinking it was his
when it was mine?
i wonder what would it be like
to fall
in love again?
the forest is lush and sweetness all
around me and I think
i am in love with this.
lovers I have found
can be self-centered
and i wonder- am i
a narcissistic lover of
the wild lands? Do i love you
for what you are?
or for what i am when i am with you.
but
how can i touch you
(like i long to touch you!)
if my love becomes so pure “I” disappear?
i’m not so enchanted that i want you to
annihilate me.
don’t send me a bear or a lion when
you can send me flowers instead.
its only when i’m love-drunk-ecstatically-flat-out
that i sometimes cry for that
white bright burning
but we don’t know each other that well
yet. so be gentle
rock me in the breeze instead
cradle me and let me stay
a child a little longer
let me tell you all my stories.
my long rambling dreams
listen to me with a serious
cock of your head. even if you suspect
that most of it i’m just
making up.
i’ll feel safe with you
maybe you can praise my tender efforts
there’s no one more beautiful
than you, i swear!
i want to give you everything
i want to throw my heart wide
open. stop pretending to be
shiny. find, and catch your eye.
i want to look at you and spill
the whole ugly story and see that
somehow, at the end.
you would still be looking back.
did i give away too much?
have i made a mess or inconvenienced
you- in any way?
shall i fold in now and let my body
go transparent?
what is loving but a wound?
i love this tree so much i
climb up into her deep branches
and the lacy moss
gets torn.
i’ve been here and
i’ve loved you
now we’re both a little more
broke open.
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