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
wondering about
we'll start
wandering in
wandering in
the wilderness
of this
infinite space