The Tree

And when we woke it was like nothing Ever dreamed before this, neck, The hollow behind the knee, your hair Filling my hands, all of it while we turned And turned until we were unforgivable, Adamant with bark, as if a wayward god had come Upon us, bewitching breast to breast, fingers Still tracing a vein, a thigh No longer intent on destination But in the keep of one limb resting on another,breath lingering in leaves, at the edge of a road Where we were once lost, your hand faithful In its nest, your mouth on my mouth Caught, our feet tangled, looking for earth.