POOLS OF RAINFORESTS 


you will call me
canopy, the way i 
draped myself over 
you last night.

i tangled my fingers
together, like flowers
from bone, so i could
hold your pool. i

move like silent rain
into dusk, calling your
name, an echo through
trunks, a cry for touch,

your name a silent pool
of distilled water, rising 
up from the depths of
the ocean's earth.