My love is the blackened tendril,
flutters in your reach
you travel places I can't go.
reach out, snatch this wanting,
thrashed bare
by wind burnt daydreaming
pull back
from the place you ever go,
I tempt you to respite.
here, in like ness
failed brash ness
the felled forest about us, lost
you alone, given to give again.
and this love,
brings us home.
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