once i was a tree & you were a bird
who lived in me. they cut me down
to build a fire & you were the flame.
once we were two flowers grown
from the same seed. you were a fox;
i was the water you drank.
you moved next to
and through & in me
and I breathed you
and you spoke me
once you were a canvas & i sketched
the stars on your body, where you said
they belonged. & you were the mountains
my rain washed in rivers. you were a wheel
and i was your road. we were the winds
meeting in a hurricane of warm & cold
i moved into
and with & as one with you
and you wept me
and I ate you
once i was the prison that held your bones
once you were the banner i carried to war
once i was your lipstick, carefully applied
once you were my shoes & i wore you out
once i was a moon who orbited you
once you were a bench when i needed to sit.
This was really incredible. It had undertones of fate and overtones of longing. Beautiful.
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