untouched by the atrocities humanity summons
in your eyes we are unflawed
immersed in the innocent glee of unknowing
in your eyes, we are God
...
you tantalizing mistress
beckoning me into the beyond
you tempting little creature
stringing me along
...
“I've never transplanted a sapling”
they said believing their feet like the roots
was bound to the ground, and inseparable from the dirt
...
Sometimes, when I walk alone
the wind howls like starving wolves
a battle blooms
a test of wills
...