For a far away soul mate.
I'm in a state of languor
trying to embrace
the bark of a tree
where tenderness hides
since it slipped out of my words.
It's the only way to catch it back
as it can only hide
on one side.
My arms slowly strangle the tree
as snakes killing their prey.
My tongue tip toes between the
wrinkled wooden rind
accumulated soil
resin tasting.
It's a one soul in
two bodies' friendship
wherein I'm tracing out
the play field
leaving my marks
behind.
I speak, shout,
pledge,
bark, beseech
trees' talk,
depending on your mood
literally
my kindred spirit.
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