last nights killer
was the bloodied of soul.
& no one kills the prophet
like the ones we love.
heart breaths
are as stormy weather
in the nude red.
& my longing
is not returned
in the evening.
where are your patterns,
when you say that you love?
& when your pacifist tongue
negates my devotion.
where is your flavored tip
of finger that you once set upon
my wrinkled brow?
at night,
when the time stretches,
my body next to yours
will be the lonely toll.
what i hope will last
is the willingness to remember
& the dedication
to not forget
that in the trees
we are forever.
& that we are forever in the trees |
Submission Name: in the trees we are forever
