He paused on the rim of the lake
among the willows
and reflected on things of love.
There was one point where
the lithe terminus of a branch
dangled only molecules from the surface
of the lake,
as though the green water thirsted
for the willow or
the willow craved to grow aqueous.
Sonny Rainshine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-desire/
