sun-touched, wavering;
that beech out front
was as much to me a
medicine cabinet as it
were the lifeblood of
my window's overlook
i've thought of it all;
the disarming nature
of your emasculating
touch, the trembling
tops of trees and how
they'd whisper us
messages into the sky
that peerless royal blue;
were anything as benign
as the air that surrounds
you, the world would
float into the ether
as though it was
helium that filled our
lungs all along
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