… and go.
Shoots of green
Open the morning
Close the evening
Warm outstretched embraces
Of ceaseless desire
Without restriction
Only to be loved.
Shoot of green.
Opine without shame
The total number
Of attempts that equate
The bond.
Shoot.
When faced with the
Challenge of who
Is last standing
You’ll find
It won’t be you.
You’ll find hands
That search for yours
All the time
Not just when it’s convenient.