The darkest green. Part Two.

A multi-part poetic coverage of an unusual encounter.

Tough Choices, Difficult Decisions.

How save are my thoughts with you,
tree?
Will the rain pierce or slide off
of your canopy?
Birds are invading my shopping bags
showing the onlookers the bittersweet content they will
devour behind the rustling leaves.
Will you reveal my mental desires in the same way
tree?
One
careless moment
One
gust of wind...

I have told you my deepest secrets
In return I got
falling tears disguised as leaves.
I didn't ask you to share my grief.
I need your forcefulness not your
weaknesses hidden in your
leafy arms.

I was attracted by your strength
now wondering why
I didn't prefer the beauty
of her delicate shoulders?
My tears would have dampened her skin
but afraid as I was
I am now downgraded
to a tree whisperer.

Scraping my ear close to your bark
I hear your insides growling.
A burping wind races through your crown
Deep green turns into jet black
your siren song urges me to leave.