Metamorphosis

This is about the fluidity of change, of becoming something new.

At the start

at the very beginning

I sheltered beneath a tree and felt it breathing,

I felt the wind caress us

my leaves your skin

inside of me a wooden core.

Resisting

               

In the moonlight 

sap

blood

fingers

leaves

combined

pumping through veins

flowing through branches

the flowers  springing from where we lay

a bed of thorns and finger nails

scratching bark and skin.

The End

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