other wounded words
met opposing lips
before taking steps
to the tree
with tissue paper bark
denied strong stature
boughs reaching into canopy,
by those roots
we would lie
till they pierce our flesh
not out of brutality
not nature
sap and blood entwine
devouring each other
upon a dense earth
we lie we live
together embedded
drawn down to the
moisture beneath
and worms soft mouth
velvetmedia 
Delicious.
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“worms soft mouth” seems to insinuate a possible pleasure in being a buried corpse “Tissue paper bark” takes me to my beloved birch. Well done. I like it sir.
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