September 11, 2002

Words from a tree

This is not my poem, but it is breath taking. Written by the man who never stops complaining about how much time I spend writing, the one I call my Tree. I was so proud of him writing I had to show it off.

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i want to gather you under the night sky
and trace the constellations down your skin with my lips
they came at love awkwardly,
unfettered or hindered by any knowledge
or the expectations that that it brings
i want to cover your eyes with kisses
your thighs with kisses
with your knees upon my shoulders
i must apologize for my tears as they fall upon your breast
it seems that I have inadvertently placed them there from here
a mere thousand dreams away
to far to see with my eyes open
still in my arms with my eyes closed
i envy him for this misappropriation of memories
memories that rightly should have been planted with me
such heavy handed
dismissing words from one with such light uplifting hands/fingers
such stones upon my ears from one with such lights in your eyes

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