INNAMORATA

Look at the trees…

they live harmoniously together, 

regardless of species or type.

Listen, then, to the wind, 

for it is the only voice the trees have. 

In a very real way, 

i was much younger than She.

She had spent twenty years 

growing up.

i had, perhaps all totalled

about 8 or 9.

She let me look at Her, 

and into Her…

but never through Her.

We talked 

not so much about what was or is, 

but what would be.

i can’t really remember

what we did together - 

only how she made me feel.

She simply was…

and did it beautifully.