Waiting for Your Touch
I was a tree,
lying wistfully on its side
roots exposed and tingling in the air.
as falling forest debris
settled into my cracks
I waited...alert
for the silent approach of your footsteps.
Each blade of grass
whispered that you're close-
Moss unfurled, curling
impatient as I to see you.
When finally,
your body laid out against mine
legs rested on my limbs
head cradled in the crux
of where trunk meets the sky-
I could hold you forever
skin to bark
eye to gnarled eye
lichen blanketing the most
sensitive parts of you.
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