Clinging as closely as
To a tree
Legs, arms, fingers, toes, palms
Entwine themselves
Tightly around me.
But, I do not fight
Brush away the touch
Or gasp for air
For it does not penetrate
But rests lightly there.
Like a layer of the same, I accept
Do not reject
The touch that binds
For it feels, feeds, lives, grows, protects
And does not suck dry the life it finds.
Clinging as closely as
To a tree
Legs, arms, fingers, toes, palms
Entwine
Tightly around me.













- jo


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