Weeping Willow
Beneath the weeping willows veil,
Where the wind blew and the swans set sail,
I stood close and felt your breath,
Like something sweet that threatened death.
The day was warm, the air was slow,
The lake whispered soft below,
And every branch that swayed above,
Seemed tangled in my thoughts and needed a shove.
Your eyes held mine without a word,
The loudest silence I have ever heard,
While fingertips brushed fleetingly,
A spark, a dare, at least for me.
Wanting to pull you near,
To taste the things that we could not hear,
To let the willow hide our sin,
While my darting eyes explored your skin.
The silver leaves danced overhead,
As wild thoughts circled in my head,
So if there's ever such a place,
Where longing can finally leave a trace,
Where the the leaves weep for something true,
Back to that willow, with you.
It bent as though it understood,
The hunger hidden beneath the good,
A keeper of unfinished things,
Of stolen breaths and tangled wings.
The willow wept like it once knew,
What aching hearts are destined to do.
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