Gifts – A Poem by JP

If all I had were words,
and we were naked in the woods,
I’d give to you the fruit
that dangles from the shoots
and climb the canopy above
to prove my earthly love,
but I’ve no place to climb
and the fruits seem so high
and my cloths seem only to keep
climbing just out of reach.

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