Driftwood 

Wood drifted into
floating sleep

buoyant dreams
ebbed and flowed
tangled limb desire
swept through her
empty branches
logged and lodged
in her knotted mind

tumbled smooth skin
sonambulant senses
wished for his bare bark
to envelop her sea damp
contours offering her
the fantasy of sap rising
– heartwood restoration

but a drift she was
dry and dead inside
yet the sea journeyed
her home to a shore
where lovers saw her
poverty and loneliness

they adorned her with
sentimental souvenirs
and she became
someone else’s memory

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