"The Tree Loves the Lake"
He alone dared to want her
and he extended his arm, his branch,
not once, not twice,
but limb after limb,
storm after storm
until jagged stumps
covered his water-side.
As they wait for the next storm together
the one that will topple him
like the old lover he is,
he yearns again and reaches
with a long branch
into her deep water
into her secret.
When the tip of his greening arm
breaks for air, she smiles
and pulls him low again,
kissing him wet.
© 2005 Carol Sanger
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