The Cherry I wish you struggled a bit more in my web. I wish you didn't resent being my pet. I wish you noticed what I bring back When I go out for walks in the evening. I wish you'd smell it when I brought nature into the house And let me tend to your flowerbeds. A little summer moonlight, the brush of wheat against your thighs, The plum ready with sweetness, I wished you felt me like the murmurs of the earth. I wish you sat in my darkness, like a young girl does barefoot on the first summer night. I wish you wanted my body, The way I want your heart. I wish you were excited as a feral cat at the expanse of my night neighborhood. I listen to your body like a blossoming tree. I take the risk of falling from your branch, A bloodied cherry. The risk is beloved. I wish you would see this as an act of a brave young man, Who only wants to hang on to you.
Oak Roads: Poetry and Musings 