Posted by Atticus on November 28, 2005, at 14:35:31
Fingers laced so casually
Like entwined roots submerged
Beneath the sweet soft soil
Grown comfortable in their embrace,
A reflex as natural as drawing breath
As the couple lounges on the bench,
Each half drawing nourishment
From the warmth of this small
But colossal confirmation
Of the presence of affection’s redemption,
Of the banishment of loneliness
And its airless purgatory,
Of contact that feeds
And sustains lovers
Just as soft spring rains
Bring fresh green shoots
From even an ancient gray tree’s branches
And refute winter’s angry storms,
Season after season, year after year.
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