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You spread your branches out wide Enough to catch me Coarse and rigid bark Dripping sweet and sappy I find myself wandering outside On days like these To enjoy an afternoon swing Back and forth, Back and forth Not always sure If I'll keep coming back Maybe One day I'll stay But what's the fun in knowing that I know I never said for keeps But freedom sometimes seems so lonely And my love tires, As she sleeps  Dormant within me Still playfully hung up By what used to be her noose Now just looking for a sturdy branch to tell her This isn't the kind of game you have to lose Something about tire swings in summer Always sounded like good news Unaffected by the loose screws Barely hanging on by worn threads Even amongst an icy winter frost I seek the softness of your breath Leaving behind secret whispers Decoded on foggy panes Stories of what comes after springtime rains Familiarity of this space ...

I woke up to a smile today, I didn't know how to feel The warmth befell my slumber and unconsciously revealed A grinning mischief, a soul entirely tangible and wet I wiped my sleepy eyes to a backlit silhouette A touch of velvet, burgundy blood and oil Annointed spring's garden in a summer soil And as they tumbled softly intertwined like wild vines They became one body, one spirit, one mind One consciousness, two halves, once seeking to be whole, Wandering the world in sadness, running blindly from the cold. "Late Summer Morning" With love [?], Reese Darko