If And Only If
I
leave
my arms
around you on
a gray blue dawn. Handless
I walk into the woods, the eucalyptus grove.
Branches, leaves fold around my limbless torso, cold air stings my eyes as
I drift for days midst trees, like a spider around her own web. You come looking for the rest of me,
my hollow chest and my raven hair. And You can take me back
too, if, and only if, you can remove
the smell of strawberries from
the eucalyptus grove
where no
strawberry
is.
