i see a tree and some carnal impulse inside of me surges up and suddenly
i want to climb it.
i want to become it, i want to steal every experience from it, every ring and slide
feet scrambling down wet bark
onto the ground-
maybe i just want to destroy
everything that scares me, i want to accomplish
i met you that day, climbing the social tree
[grasping the crook of it's trunk while little ants danced over my knuckles]
and i guess there is little logic in this all
things just happen;
you cannot plan star collisions but i can decide to climb
your limbs and
do everything that scares me.