Speaking to Trees again, a poem

Speaking these words into existence,
I yell loud, loudest to the tallest hanging fruit to
the highest high,
FIND ME OH LOVE
Lover, the tallest love.
Now here, connecting to my own words now
makes the eye in my heart shutter and grow now.
Get closer getting closer. Gravity. I mean
the meaning of life, the colors outside the lines.
I am a soul walker, making my self vulnerable and strong, stronger than the tallest tree rich in its' fruit, mangos, plums.
Please let me anchor down,
let me plant my roots into you, your heart,
It will feel good, just trust me
I’ll hold you if you hold me up high to taste that height.
Higher and higher we will go together,
only to fall from the top, drop drop drop. 

​2017

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