My love to you is outward
like how I sing you a passionate, Portuguese tune
how I dance and express a self, physically
bold, I showed you some skin,
flesh and bone, maybe
I fuel you with sparks
we peak with our natural resources
just like the sun in the Nordic sky
My love to you is inward
subtle, like the stream
roots carved and engraved
I am the old oak tree
humble and loyal, my presence
and you'd always prefer to sit on the earth where I stand on
read a book, have a nap, or drink a cup of coffee
our resonance sound
as you seek for shelter in the rain
as the moon reflects the light of orange
I feel comfortable
lying in your arms
your touch, so gentle
it reminds me of a song
as you caress
until sun rise
I wake up to the first light of the day
you are no where to be found
but you are here
so close, deep inside
I wonder if there are times
times when you miss
miss the old oak tree
Monday, December 30, 2013
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