Rain plummets from your branches
to my face,
Overflowing leaf's chimb
Onto unvigilant ish limbs
While my blinking eyes are dim,
You long for an embrace,

Without word yet of rejection,
You are ever bold.
You've thrown your achy breeze at me
And now you throw those icy leaves at me
Cause this pain to freeze in me.
With your icy hold.

I do not have a love for you
Deluging tree.
Stay close to your own stem,
You're a cold love I condemn
Leave me in my lonesome,
Can you not see?

I do not want your flowers, berries,
branch nor bark
I don't want your petals' play,
Nor your leafy locks to sway,
I want your leaflets to on this day
remain at far.

Your frosty touch on my skin
it blanches
I'm not ready for love so steely
I suspect I never will be
So stick to your own tree, please
Rainy branches.

I could wither like a flower
growing dry and dull
craving, sip, neglect

I want to be the ground
of drought
crack, dust, break
forget

I want to disappear
like dead leaves
become the dirt
the windy breaking speck

I could die like the earth
suffer, cry, an end.

I want to be
collar, hipbone, and neck

Fashionable to the era,

A cascading armchair draped with linens

And Clara.

Crochet young girl.

You’ll be what the world desires.

Polite, elegant and petite, with curls

A porcelain doll,

A pretty puppet with pearls

Your heart ticks like a clock

Darling, that'd make your love time.

All I can hear is your sweet voice talking

As I strain to rhyme.

While you remain youthful,

Your timeless romances have aged me

Seems like it’s been years since you have

Ticked for me solely.

Fleeting seconds filled full with neck kisses,

“aged-just- right” red and your lovely self, faultlessly fictitious.

Something’s changed. Evidently so,

Tell me why it’s different darling…

Where did the time go?