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The Tree


The Tree

The trunk of you
bark soft as fur
but with the strength of
wood
moves between my thighs

I climb to your
heights
wrapping my limbs
around yours

My grip is strong
for I have never
been easy with this
position
my feet so far
off the ground

Yet your leaves entice
me to rise
higher
brushing against me
like a whisper

compelling

how high

I am dizzy
but you are still
a sturdy nature’s
pole
with only the
rustle of leaves
screaming
the ecstasy of the
climbed

December 12, 1992   
Tressa Lee Breen

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