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The Tree of Life
I hold his arms and gaze down,
reminded of how much an erect penis
looks like a lone tree standing naked of its leaves
as if seeking to draw life’s essence into its pours.
His shaft is beautiful, and its swollen crown is like a canopy.
It is rooted at the base of his smooth, firm torso.
For me this is the tree of life, the only life I will ever know.
This tree brought me into the world.
This tree has been the object of all earthly lusts.
And earthly is all there is for me.
This is a physical world and mine will end soon enough.
I move close and lick the smooth trunk of this tree with
a resolve to live another day.
reminded of how much an erect penis
looks like a lone tree standing naked of its leaves
as if seeking to draw life’s essence into its pours.
His shaft is beautiful, and its swollen crown is like a canopy.
It is rooted at the base of his smooth, firm torso.
For me this is the tree of life, the only life I will ever know.
This tree brought me into the world.
This tree has been the object of all earthly lusts.
And earthly is all there is for me.
This is a physical world and mine will end soon enough.
I move close and lick the smooth trunk of this tree with
a resolve to live another day.
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