a tree. the wilderness and an infinite infinity.

when we get tired

wondering about

wandering in

this infinite space

i will find us a tree

a tree by the lake

willingly offering

some shade

we'll stand underneath it

for a bit

appreciating

smiling

grinning

like two content fools

we'll stand for a bit

and let the leaves fall

leaves that gave 

into the gentle

tempting caresses of

the breeze

a breeze with the heart of a wind

a wind with the legs of a windstorm

causing flutters

and sensations

in us

ground up

starting from the sole

of our feet

weakening our knees

tracing the tremble

on our thighs

sucked in

sucked in by our hungry

abdominal cavities

stoking the fire in our

quicksilver bellies

warming our breaths

clasping our chests

measuring our gasps

disrobing our sights

untying us

from our forbidden selves

over us

all over us

like confetti

yes

we'll stand

for a bit

underneath that tree

and then

we shall

sit

rest

for a bit

and then

when

we feel like it again

we'll

start
wondering about

we'll start
wandering in

the wilderness

of this

infinite space