The floorboards are aching
Heavy with your tears
I will swim across the room to you
I will avoid splinters when I float
The old floorboards are hostile for having served you
Are you a tree?
Pine Maple Spruce
I am expansive in my need
to be close to you
Trembling over your skin
and searching for
Some semblance of truth
do you have enough universe in you
to love me?
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