The Sapling

I caught fire fire! I rose I became smoke I became cloud I became dew. Here now I run every morning I gather the dawn of being I leap onto your eyelid I dance on your lashes I slide over your lips through the opening of your shirt collar I fall onto your chest I sleep on your naked body enraptured by you enraptured by you. You laugh at my joyful tickling under your skin. There: that day: I was a sapling in a corner of your garden planted by your hand in love with you in love with you. I burned from the lightning of your love: I rose...