Mutual Peak
Poem #304 • He is the trunk, I am the blossoms
Hanging in the balance on the bark by the bay
is there truly a surrender more complete
than my man having conditioned himself to meet me
on this branch where I take a seat?
He’s come to me and prepared every hold to the peak
I’ve fixed myself
waiting anxiously
in all my nature I am as strong for him as he makes me weak
He is the trunk
I am the blossoms and leaves
no matter how old the wood gets
our roots stretch deep into the ground as we weave into each other
bearing fruit that we never knew could spring from our seed
Nothing makes us closer than hanging in the air
embracing the future
looking into each other’s eyes as we make our own season where there was none
His breath is the water
I am the sun
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