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The Yoga of Trees

I close my eyes
listen for it..
and sure as the chink
of your keys on the table-
I can hear the forest
in your footfalls-
padding across our gleaming
wooden floors

You pass by the study,
the dog panting as
you – the river -
splashes water
into his bowl

The afternoon sun
glazes my papered desk

you breeze in, smiling
the scent of green-lit canopies
and open spaces

then draw me
into the dappled reprieve
of your eyes
of your embrace
of skin on skin, of

the barest sighs

We kiss

I can taste the trees
in the fullness,
in the light,
with which you fill
my name

later
supine,
head to your chest

I trace the length of your arm,
draped casually,
over my breast

and here
like tributaries of Summer rains,
I find the steady pulse
of the Universe’s roots;
alive
in your veins…

The Yoga of Trees

Karen01

Cape Town, South Africa

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I read once that Helen Keller remembered the scent of every person she ever met even if she only met them once. It made me more sentient, more aware of what people have naturally inherent within them, and also what they bring back with them from places they have been, and how wonderful it is when these two, the inherent and the brought, are symbiotically melded into one… :)

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