masculine
a savage
strong with edges
words you can’t see
breath which could seethe
he stood with daylight
submerged with night
understood rhythms
which brought truth
his days were you
his love was blue
which turned gray
when life sat at haze
flowers diminished
and a summer romance
flew with you
the wind was his young
the dashing
and all of his edges
were you
his night was you
the clouds spoke too
and as he stood
he glistened with the eve
through leaves
through stems
and onto the long lasting petal
which was you
in a form of another
a being
with softness standing
immensely in front of thee
base of the tree