He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers. <br />I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth. <br />He offered me a branch like an arm. <br />I offered him my arm like a branch. <br />He tipped his trunk towards me <br />like a shoulder. <br />I tipped my shoulder to him <br />like a knotted trunk. <br />I could hear his sap quicken, beating <br />like blood. <br />He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap. <br />I passed through him. <br />He passed through me. <br />I remained a solitary tree. <br />He <br />a solitary man.<br /><br />Nichita Stanescu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unwords/
