send me your seeds
in the same tube
we
discussed
wave and recede
'til they breathe
the dust
of us
it's just
there's much
I'd like to touch
hearts
hands
and such
and oh!
the time
that I
would spend
laying my roots
sans stems
and shoots
a truth
where animals
are animate
and trees
are not born
men
I can't defend
much less
depend upon
a sky lit
by
moonshine
pink within
but though
I dream
of other worlds
than these
I
can not
change my skin