Nestled With the Grain
I stopped breathing
as your hands left my skin
petrified,
trees grew around me
their roots pulling me
and scored me into the earth
standing over millenniums
I waited and watched empires fall
towering infernos
created bush cities
of natures homeless
I was shelter,
breathing for deer life
waiting for the time
of moments,
one mini second
provoked into lust
and gentled from rage
I am remade
and,
as all empires fell
so did I
milled and cut
from ash-wood
my essence
made into seven
split in half
till,
at the core,
I am completely
at one
though lifeless
and unseeing
painted hands
of a Matryoshka doll
feel needles and pins
of life
until infinity kisses eternity,
again,
millenniums will pass
and aching with the grain
I hold my wooden breath
to feel your hands again
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