union

the texture of your beard
just now, not
unlike
soft bark
the
smooth round white
of my breasts
not unlike
blossoms blossoming
on branches, your branches
thick
beneath
the slender flexibility of mine.
you
solid
holding me
skyward
our roots
intertwined in
this earthy bed
grain against grain
tongue to groove.
my love,
from this tree
we were carved.
this union,
re-union.

Source: http://myearthgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/union.html

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