eucalyptus

May 22nd, 2010 Comments Off

With arms long and lithe, she caresses the sky.
She croons to the moon,
dances like a banshee in the wind.
Frenetically, she reaches for her love, never quite grasping it.

With limbs lush and strong, she covers me.
Greets me in the morning,
whispers “lovelovelove” at dusk.
Tenderly, she cradles my heart, never quite knowing it.

Where am I?

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