Nestled With the Grain

I stopped breathing as your hands left my skin petrified, trees grew around me their roots pulling me and scored me into the earth standing over millenniums I waited and watched empires fall towering infernos created bush cities of natures homeless I was shelter, breathing for deer life waiting for the time of moments, one mini second provoked into lust and gentled from rage I am remade and, as all empires fell so did I milled and cut from ash-wood my essence made into seven split in half till, at the core, I am completely at one though lifeless and unseeing painted hands of a Matryoshka doll feel needles and pins of life until infinity kisses eternity, again, millenniums will pass and aching with the grain I hold my wooden breath to feel your hands again