Do
You Know Trees?
From north, from south
To meet in the centre,
Feeling wanting.
Do you know trees? he asked
And I feel less than I am.
We walk
And I want to look at him
In a way that he can’t look at me,
Protect myself
While I explore
His vulnerability.
I need a hug.
Words come easy to him
And I like the listening.
I like the sound
Of thoughts that don’t feel
foreign.
I like the feel of words
That don’t stand alone,
That seek a friend
In their friendly tone.
Sitting on concrete
Feet on grass,
I want to ask, do you like me?
Can the answer to this
Be found in Newton’s Law?
Do I invite him upstairs?
What if he says yes?
What if he says no, I have to go?
What if?
Feeling the wine,
Drinking his words
Touching my heart,
He likes me.
Here’s to friendship.
I need a hug.
I want a hug.
I feel a hug.
I feel like feeling more
But instead I close the door
And now I wait,
Anticipate and wonder.
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