I see you my king

i see you

i am an ambient channel for

your song

sung true

into the early dawn

of the very first moon

i wished you

my king

tangled falling tumbling free

marrying the waves

in my salty sea

you are my sunshine king

easily

gracefully

i feel you now

entering your domain

into my heat

claiming

my drawbridge chain

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The Olive Tree

Her skin is on the olive tree

grazed and taken she sits

young thighs pressed and marked by blood left there

and still she pretends to play

a pink note peeling

it was only yesterday

fresh off the press

little peach

Time has built an ark to house the template

and fingers      print

and ache

though bones are cold

she possesses the green of olive leaves

here she hides

a resentful breeze

her eyes are topaz wishes

His aged stubble and rough bark in exchange for warm yeast and mothers arms

Hanging upside down and draining free

I Hear it NOW

the babies cry

from deep inside the olive tree