Thin Branches

Twisted toes wrapped around leaves

Leaves grope amongst ropes that used to channel their love by stems

Cry - - cry naked tree

What is essential is invisible to the eye

And those many pains and cracks suffer

Barks Skin

Those leaves that were once promised

Now sit amongst grounds, baking in the sun

Crumbling to almost nothing

As watering eyes cry

Wait for a time

Right beneath the stars

Sit silently amongst sheets that whisper when they break

Restlessly lie in moon lit boxes and howl till lungs drip

Rest amongst my shoulder as the night repeats

Hold on to my arm and lock your fingers twistedly inside mine

Let's sit like queens perched with our roots soaking in soaps of silk

Make not with me dead

Look for no linger alive

Blind eyes with covers

While night falls

Sit silently amongst sheets that whisper when you break

Commercials bribe all things when days become late

Every minute is one left at stake

Avoid your freight

And shake with might

That soon leaves will stop falling in the wind

Sounds of crumbles and crackle stop humming the bottom of feet

Need not feel that your sticks must bleed

…anymore.