May 30, 2009 08:06
you know, you are a succulent
of the most beautiful kind
in this man-made empire
of your suffering and pain
you're strong like jade
and fierce as a cactus
flowering almost like a mystery
but your history lies between us now
and your beauty is not a question of how
the oceans that rage inside you
speak to me from your body
like when your eyes blossom
or your hands pull me out from your shore
and i am sure you are some ancient tree
only ostensibly needing to be protected