I like when Elizabeth Barrett browning says something like, "i think of thee, my thoughts do twine about thee like a vine...Shake off these vines like a strong tree should/I do not think of thee/ I am too near thee."
Elizabeth when we were together your trunk was bare to me. Now the thicket is thick. Rarely, a woman, or a man, like a bird in a barren ecosystem breaks through with a song, a flash in the eye, a weight in the weightless air, then vanishes. Dry vines in my mouth green leaves in my eyes.
Rarely a man a woman some body breaks through for a moment like a rare bird
touches down
a branch
then leaves
Elizabeth you sang to me like flocks of birds fed and nesting
land
in green
leaves
Elizabeth when we were together your trunk was bare to me. Now the thicket is thick. Rarely, a woman, or a man, like a bird in a barren ecosystem breaks through with a song, a flash in the eye, a weight in the weightless air, then vanishes. Dry vines in my mouth green leaves in my eyes.
Rarely a man a woman some body breaks through for a moment like a rare bird
touches down
a branch
then leaves
Elizabeth you sang to me like flocks of birds fed and nesting
land
in green
leaves
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