A Riparian Tree Poem
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
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
written by miles griffin
formatted by miles griffin and chaitan butte