He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers.
I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.
He offered me a branch like an arm.
I offered him my arm like a branch.
He tipped his trunk towards me
like a shoulder.
I tipped my shoulder to him
like a knotted trunk.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
He passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
He
a solitary man.

*Nichita Stanescu

You taste just how
the navy blue sky
looks at 6 am in the summer,
just before it's washed away
by a muted gray

On the tip of my tongue,
At the edge of your bed,
you are alive with
brimming electricity &
knee-deep hues

But you are always
seconds from
fading away

And as you descend
I turn down the lights
to find you shining
under ground
But I never know
for sure when
I'll taste
navy blue
again

She had the kind of voice that
Could calm a stormy sea
And in its absence, my heart
Is a maelstrom and I'm
Discovering how deep the
Ocean really is.