Small dark quiet space, a branching, reaching, fingering of roots, a stretch of stem; sap is rising -stirring seed, budding tree... slow, relentless, unstoppable, sweet as air; old as time...
Leaning on the sky, strong silhouette delicate as lace; unclothed branches stretch, spreading thin traceries, bark on blue.. this winter tree is last to green;
Silence of the phone stretches to weeks; you always fading, moving backwards, dimmed. I do & don't care, watching my wanting; you're in my head, hopeless; your presence had me fixed, focused;
A leaf in the air - you danced past me, whirling fingers open to everyone, touching on me... Fit dancers body my foreign landscape briefly I relearnt how now vanishes
you know I don't see you much you stand there like an everyone with your shirt and all and your skin in the present tense and i want you special your eyes are dark like jet