Bring the willow’s shadow to me
as the autumn winds sigh
where the green fingers
of twilight dance
a slow waltz
against the nakedness
of my waiting skin
where whispers
become your hands
until you find the wet
pulsing like a river-song.
where my lips trembles
becoming a cathedral
between syllables
bring me to my knees
under the willow’s grace
where we dissolve
into the long blue dusk
until the bark remembers
the shape of our fever
