THIS IS A BAD POEM (INTENTIONALLY)
these rules apply:
1) this intentionally sucks
2) I make this up as i go along (like "who's line is it anyway")
3)WATCH OUT THIS POEM IS SEXUAL (otherwise known as a test of just how dirty your mind is.)
AH, Willster! I cry out to her as i see her standing
But no response from the small mouth
Hey Willow! I try again, with no acknowledgement
I worry now.
Yo Will!! again no sound.
I put my hands on hers
She does not flinch.
WIIILLLOOOWWW!!! I stroke her hair
Not a shiver, not a breeze blows through the willow tree
I kiss her neck. Willow. Wake up.
She is hard. Her bark is rough. She does not move.
I graze her cheek with the gentleness of a feeding cow on grass <--good
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Willow. i whisper
I rest my hands against her back.
Willow.
My hand wanders northward like a returning bird for summer.
Willow.
The bird alights on a soft, beautiful knob of the tree.
Willow.
Tenderly the bird takes a few tentative steps with its feet.
Willow.
A rustle, a movement, a breeze in the leaves
Life flows through the Willow.
She turns to me, her two boughs open and enfolding me
Hello, leafy goodness. i think
My lips find the fruit of her,
the two soft peach blossom lips
my willow; a breath, not quite a word.
I want to suck the sap from her,
to make the great hardness bend and yield and swoon
under my power, my great lumberjack
My powerful saw, that splits the virgin willow tree.
My willow.
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