We met at the river’s edge; it was last summer. I was entranced by your breadth of swooping limbs gifting me with shade as I stepped within your majestic crown.
As we leaned in together,
your trunk displayed textured skin with delightfully intriguing, grotesque extrusions,
stopped short, as if frustrated by the wisdom of time.
Encircling breather roots exposed by the tide,
raise quirky gestures to the light
as I surrender to the knowledge of your protective strength
deep below my bare feet, pulsating
with interwoven root systems, connected to earth.
Lost within, I was where memories of past, embrace secret desires.