Of a Tree, Thee, and An Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin ‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart even you will have to try hard……to save me now I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions as they devoured the subtle softness of me drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership intimacies’ sweetest embrace But too…you move to me with a ferocity that mowed the grass down to a short golf course length from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate Love that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair ………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces and on each other on Facebook Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread Tread on me beloved! till I am awakened to our lips which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again taste smell the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self Is it me you feared as you said Good bye? How little you know me like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself so my love knows no limit my soul no separation and my being no longing