crush

an old oak grows in my heart
its branches are reaching
out
to you
please
i beg you
let them envelop your
inner secrets and
store them in
there holy
caverns of
bark and
wick

let the leaves and buds
grow
with the blood pumping
through me
let the sun make us one
and the water keep us strong

there is an old oak
growing in my heart
will you watch it grow
from the outer rim of space
or
rather
will you
blossom
with
me?