he's awake and he's cold and he's
crying in my arms, whispering songs
singing the sound of the rain into my ear
tears are falling on our cheeks
our skin swallowing the water
we are naked and calm
beneath the cinnamon tree
our skin cracking as its leaves land in our hair
holding dry leaves in our hands
holding them to our hearts
he's kissing my shoulder
the wind blowing my hair
onto his spine
my skin is bruised and cold
but he holds me as my eyes cry
into his heart, soaking the leaves
our bodies drifting and fading
into sleep, the leaves awakening
our skin cold and dry- the leaves alive
if the leaves were our hearts
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