LEAVES

     
Words are chameleons:
leaves swaying in directions at the mercy of contrusions.
When you said you loved
me     you spat syllables drifting in the path of love
for my body. I chose
to believe the sounds
forced out of your belly as
I ride you had roots
but they fell off
the tree of your heart
they withered in winter.

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