Branches and Limbs
by Amanda Hall, Lock Haven University
The trees outside my window
grow like lovers.
Their bodies are planted close
and their branches are intertwined.
It is almost impossible to tell
what leaves belong to which tree
as they caress each other’s faces.
Like under billowed sheets,
roots tangle together.
These trees breathe into each other,
sweet and warm,
the way whispers of adoration
flow from puffy lips.
Everything ceases to exist.
There are only these two
in the whole world,
and there only ever was.
They are one.
They rise together, thrive together,
fall together, rest together.
Two hearts growing together.