changeling

i was a leaf,
afloat, on the
river –

brushing up
against
the other
debris around

me.

but you were
a dam, wrought
tight –

limbs with
anvil weight
locking before

me.

and i was
a leaf, pressed
close –

the river
churning, surging
disintegrating

me.

so now i
am the river,
the river –
and the leaf.

bathing and
seeping and
becoming woven
within

you.

~ by mensamuse on May 23, 2009.