Maya Litauer

About Place Journal, Volume II Issue I
Trees

 
Visceral
 
I am a soft body,
wrap me in your glowing shroud
and watch me sing.
Bathe me in your salty sweat
as we fade into the forest
of skin.
Our edges are sunset,
out roots and our branches
connect what we see.
Lather me into
your dry cracks
and watch me come to life.
Close your eyes and graze
my tips with yours –
my bark is marked
with longings.
We have eyes,
in our leaves,
we know what warmth is –
take some from my
roots and bury it in your
folds.
 
 
 
Maya Litauer is a high school student at the San Francisco School of the Arts. She majors in Creative Writing.
 
 

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