The night which <br />envelopes sounds <br />like the whole <br />of crickets turning <br />in their creaking noises <br />makes one think of first-love <br />nights, in the arms of <br />a new one, locked like trees <br />where we are as one branch <br />tightly bound, nature upon nature <br />thinking the same thoughts <br />touching the same essence, <br />being the same being, <br />transluscent beyond <br />our human skins <br />as we remember why we are here <br />and why we have become as one <br />tree, finding the forest a <br />suitable domain for us.<br /><br />Courtney Kane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suitable-domain/
