Flower
petals,
Plucked
off and blown into breeze.
You
are wishing on yellow pieces of me,
like
they are magic.
With
the sun on our backs,
Your
branches drum against my bark.
Over
time, leaving carve marks,
in
the shape of hearts.
In
later seasons we turn to leaves,
That
brown and brittle over time,
The
bruises on our skin, mirror images of
The
environment we’ve been living in.
My
body no longer rises and falls
with the energy of your photosynthesis.
with the energy of your photosynthesis.
I
liken all that has happened between us
to
some sort of deforestation.
I
once was a yellow grove,
Masses
of dense moss and blooming flowers,
And
now, I am some fragrant shell,
Mortared
leaf veins and flower petals.
But
I’m forcing out from my remaining wood
A yellow
sap that proves we are both still alive
As
it drips against our entwined trunks,
Drum-like.
