Great tress manicured;
Cut and shaped to fit lest they overgrow
Space allotted them.
Aesthetically pleasant.
Cut the branch,
Rake the leaves.
Make it look like they never let go a mess to
Shed
The old and become
Stronger and taller.
Invisible cages even for them,
The mighty oaks.
Still they keep straining to grow to their full potential so naturally;
Roots creeping underneath us all as we go
About this and that.
This and that.
Desirous skin
Mouth so tender
I take pause as you surrender
To this love.
Nothing left but this love.
We
Broke open.
Laid bare
And
Shattered through love.
There was too much passion to be
Contained
In one vessel anyway.
We had no choice in the collision.
Now melding.
Coalesce.
Between you and I
We are a
Luscious mess.
If I could draw love
It would be scribbles and
Never ending
Loops without direction.
If I could paint love
It would be a brilliant
Mess of every color.
Looking more like
Child’s
Creation I guess.
Wild and free.
Thrown on a canvas
From the insides of me.
No rhyme
Or reason.
Just a crazy
Beautiful
Disaster.
Chole Into Diamonds 