I laid down to rest one afternoon under a tree on Raven Hill.
Broad roots stretching wide to invite me against her base.
As I nestled there, I could feel the heartbeat of life pulsing through her.
The roots twisted and turned like a Celtic knot, deep with history.
Time has strengthened her through hardship and neglect;
Yet here she stands with grace and majesty.
Her smooth trunk reaches heavenward, and is topped with lush red fruit.
Enamored and tempted, I ask her for a gift from her bounty.
With the shifting winds she bend and places her fruit in my hands.
And as I taste it's sweetness, I become transformed.
I find myself taking root in the ground beside her,
Growing tall and wrapping my arms around her as we intertwine our branches.
In time we will stand together, grafted into one another,
While our joint fruit spreads throughout the world, as the most cherished delicacy.
Together we shall be one tree of life, there on Raven Hill.

The embrace says it all.
Your head resting on my chest,
our bodies pulled tightly together.
You breathe me in,
listening to my heartbeat.
The warmth of my breath across your skin ,
the strength of my arms are enough.
You come back for more.
In this moment
you are not mine;
I am yours.