I ran my digits
Along a tree
One day...

Consumed by Twilight.

Yet beautiful
Was this plant's
Decadence.

Feeling bark
Smooth and moist,

At first, I could
Only stare in place.

Hair grew on rainy days.

But I was enticed
Into touching,
The weathering's.

Bodies; the trunk.

Leaves just over
Grown nails.
Twigs but arms and legs.

As I forced
My finger through
A strangers eye.

My insides recoiled....

There's a space
Waiting for me.