Redwoods

You fill me where robin’s egg and navy meet.

You fill me, hidden by anemones.

I’m on my knees, tucked behind the sister crown.

We’ll keep rising like the ocean does

and we’ll forget the shore that ever was.

I’m shaking inside a redwood tree.

I’m aching; our mingled sighs taste dew so sweet.

Your hand devours mine in redwoods far past every town.

We’ll keep rising like the ocean does

and we’ll forget the shore that ever was.

Will lovers play outside still when this ocean is a landfill?

Will lovers play outside still when these redwoods are a landfill?

Will lovers play outside still when this ocean is a landfill?

Will lovers play outside still when these redwoods are a landfill?