He paused on the rim of the lake <br />among the willows <br />and reflected on things of love. <br /> <br />There was one point where <br />the lithe terminus of a branch <br />dangled only molecules from the surface <br />of the lake, <br /> <br />as though the green water thirsted <br />for the willow or <br />the willow craved to grow aqueous.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-desire/
