For 17 years they were silent
burrowed beneath their tree,
drinking from the roots and
carefully choosing their words.
Seventeen summer suns
slowly split their skin,
shaking the slumber from a
shared suspended song.
And now their love plants
dreams that scar,
singing and stinging softly
the bark with deep bites.
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