Poetry on 12/16


If I could hold your heart in my hands, I so would.  I would caress my cheekbone with your pedals.

I want to blow on your face.  I want to inhale your beauty with my nostrils.  I want to water you and watch you grow.  I want to know how to reach you, and your descendants to see their beauty too.

I hope only rainforests know wetter seasons.  Reach out to me like a great Sequoia when the dew clears.  Help me walk the trails surrounded by your hopes, cedar, peaks and valleys.  Please.

Rushing rivers and their turbulence, rattle my earbones. 


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