My heart loved you,
The way the sun lights the million green things,
Delighting in the attunement to each angle, each pitch
Desirous of the epochs locked within each chlorophyll cell,
In awe, inhaling the multitude of contrasts,
And sighing in wonder at the majesty of the all.
So now with a careful tweeze I pull thorns,
Ravaging the flesh, that once filled with breath,
And wonder what poison should come from the next,
What pitfall of darkness the forest dares me to embrace,
What malice is in store for the romantic in haste.
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