Your Weeping Willow

 

There is a pond near your back door. 

I am there; I've been there before. 

 

I'm always drawn to this spot,

When days are warm, and I am hot. 

 

To seek you out, or seek you not. 

From under your weeping willow. 

 

Creeping, sneaking, seeking, ...

… Leaking to find you out. 

 

Between each frond that gently sways,

By your pond in myriad ways. 

 

A mysterious creature in the leaves,

Catches me and my heart heaves. 

 

A sigh of shock, a sigh of peace,

Your nakedness is my release. 

 

For you are clothed by your pond,

With the swaying of each frond. 

 

Like the night hides your fear,

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That is why I am here. 

 

To consummate on nature's pillow,

Down by your weeping willow. 

 

Touch me. 

 

Copyright 2002 ã Ronald W. Hull

 

7/20/02

 

 



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