here,
where I am the deepest,
deeper than the ego,
than hurt,
next to my ribs,
deep in the heart
of my hips, for us
I’ve planted the bohdi tree
you will be the green smile, the poem
Rumi wrote upon the sky,
and I, like Neruda,
in the centre of the earth
will push aside the emeralds
so that I can see you
in the branches,
and in the wind and its breathings
that lifted us up into a kiss,
into the curve of kites
and flags
you will be the shade
that grows from me, and opens
into a star, evergreen,
eversun - and I,
warmth,
the unchanging root,
my voice the highest leaves
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