love isn't so tricky as no
an inhale trembling at stepping out
because is a blanket rusted over
gnarled bar
iron crib
that molds two grow-together hearts
into crooked despair
illusions of life-saving surgery
cutting intimate wars
from our separated lips

but we are tree
the wooden moment stretching upwards
entwined
and because crumbles in should weeds
and are fruit languishes
in dappled shadow of our limbs

06/29/2007

Author's Note: serenity now.

Posted on 06/29/2007
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