against your body holding fast,  a touch of cold and foggy taste, where pillowed earth meets sculpted caste, a leaf will fall a year too late.

a hanging ladder to the stars exists between two loving lives. when raging storms make bodies marred, to climb is to escape its cries.

and if i lay below your crown, will bodies twist or fall or break? or just exist about the ground,

or will my love be lost to fate.

yet where i lie my roots do grow. above, below, entwined in lace. for forever growing shows

limbs that yearn for their embrace

a riparian tree poem against your body holding fast, a touch of cold and foggy taste where pillowed earth meets sculpted caste, a leaf will fall a year too late. a hanging ladder to the stars exists between two loving lives when raging storms make bodies marred to climb is to escape its cries. and if i lay below your crown will bodies twist or fall or break or just exist about the ground or will my love be lost to fate. yet where i lie my roots do grow above, below, entwined in lace for forever growing shows limbs that yearn for their embrace