Dessert Tree
Ripples lonely tree branches
Drying and brittle from the pounding sun.
A lonely cast away,
Stranded and leaning over the jagged rocks.
A trodden heart pumping barely
Waiting for the wind to change.
To lift her up and carry her away.
Taking hold of her eyes
The wind, gentle with puffy fingers
Wiped away her salty tears.
Stared softly, back into those wounded eyes.
Such softness she had never seen before
A deep and understanding pool.
A gaping valve crackling,
Veering close to death
Her feet up-rooting, tilting closer towards abis.
Alarmed the wind soaked her frying brain,
In wet dripping kisses and caresses.
Planting them all over her shrivelled feet.
In gratefulness her trunks swell
A glowing warmth, a mountain of joy.
Such a strange stranded tree she looked,
Her invigorated branches pointing at the sky.
Where the winds howled and whistled
Never leaving her to die.
- B
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