there’s a place where the trees collide as if they are making love and the hush of the leaves overlapping is like a whisper of, branches and plants and limbs and bodies. maple and palm and sandalwood and fresh air.
the roots messily fall along edges and depths of soil and i just want a love like that
natural like nature quiet yet passionate messy and thoughtful
the kind of love that is clear like a waterfall like laughter and fish nipping at your toes peace, sunbaths, the chirp of the birds at the sunset bay, where the moon tucks in daylight/
it’s like in this place, there’s a hyperawareness of bruises and there’s a gentle caress of the wind. and the way your lips part at a near death or when a song is on the tip of your clicking tongue is lacking numbness.
unwavering sentience an empath spinning in a hurricane.
the best lover to is the one that feels like home when you are homeless.