I am wooden
hollowed out
decaying
dull
brown
full of knots
a shelf
carrying a heavy load
a fence
to keep people out
feeling every swing
of the blade-
an axe cutting deep
into the heart of me
some days however
I am a desk to write
a love poem on
a door to lean against
a kissing gate
or rocking chair
a boat to sail away on
lit by the winter moon
a tree with lovers
names etched forever.
2013 © LH
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