Would that I be
My limbs extending from me
Like trees rooted deeply and stretching
To the skies above,
Would that you be
The winds swaying through me
In gusts and sweeping breeze
Like through a cracked window
Into a smoldering room,
Your love within me
Settling dust on shelves
In the streaking sun,
Would that we be
Fragmented asteroids
Crashing into each others
Atmosphere only flashings of lights
And we wish on these
Broken pieces burning up
As they land like pennies
On hot pavement
That we cannot dig out,
Oh I would; so be
As you would want to be too,
And together we'd be
As these and those
Things ought to do; to be...

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