One Night, Two Years Past Poem by Ben Partenay

willow tree
beneath long leaves,
centerfolds of
skin, drunk and
lazy, we
fumbled to
the center of
it all.

shadows spread
and we,
we spread clothes
and dreamt dreams
I wouldn’t dare
repeat.

were you here
I would reach
for you
(but not touch)
were you here
I would write
songs for you
(but not
sing)

sometimes late
I dream willow
leaf dreams
and think maybe
I was hung
upside down
by your eyes
and they never
put the
ground
back.