If I were a nut,
a ripe and swollen happy fruit
that burdened you...
I'd weigh heavy upon your fragile boughs;
you'd dip your swaying limbs so low...
just low enough to drown me, naked
in the deep pools of your giggling brook
and wash my soft kernel dreams,
ground like wholemeal from a shattered husk,
but still skimming and floating, like a boatman
across the deep blue pools of your eyes.
