I am deciduous Verdant and tender Alive in the resonance Of your voice.
I will tremble in the winds of summer When the night’s cool edges Ripple the leaves against the sky
And I
Am awash in a hallowed rhythm.
I crave a sacred touch Like wilderness Like music Like pulsing rivers of blood Flooding my veins, Like the greening of forests In spring.
My leaves sing When skimmed by the rough edges of your fingertips Dipped now into the crevices of my hips and I will bend like a sapling in your palms And I will lick the sun
Until the gray of winter falls And there is the inevitable return to earthly things Trapped a deciduous being Always longing for Realms that are evergreen.