Soft Bodied, By Megan Goodall
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Soft Bodied, By Megan Goodall

He is warmth 

trickling 

through the trees;   

their leaves 

casting shadows

that cradle her 

soft-bodied stem. 

A tulip to the  sun,      

she unfolds 

against his touch

she is no longer  

grace and beauty. 

She is  

textured edges

and tangled roots 

she unravels 

herself 

before him