You don't know it yet but
I've lost my leaves.
While you keep
Yours evergreen.
Are they honest?
These thorns you throw.
They pierce my bark.
Some wounds bleed.
Some simply remain
Like memories
Or worries.
I think our veins should be entwined;
You are behind a clearing.
I notice your silhouette,
Your back against the light.
I am dropping my leaves at your stem,
Hoping you will embrace winter too.
The grass between us is scattered with
Flowers beneath the snow.
I wish I could gather them
To give to you.
But your thorns
Have me frozen.
I cannot breath.
For if I crack another will pierce me.
So lose your leaves!
Show your branches: thorns exposed.
I will embrace them and let the
Blood flow,
I will gather
The Crimson
In my heart.