dear bare branches,
i was always in love with
you.
your defeated happiness.
textured birched veins.
i painted you in my last
life,
all my life. in naked truth
stop covering yourself in
the fake of these crisped
ageless
leaves, stop pretending
to be seasons
and just bare yourself
unto me, always.
become immortal just as
you were. be just as you
are.
because to my world i am
happier inside the words
where
everything is everyone
and
everywhere means here and
now;
whole naked truth. the
human touch.
we lacked through our
senses and gained
deeper soil of skins the
graveyard
of heavenly chambers
unannounced.
be still my love, i am
still your
see-through truth.
