mushrooms her falling (we belong to trees mine & yours) 1

chadwick

round white they came up just like that the mushrooms they did
with green grass holding them not so still like you or i
but rather close because we cannot
and they actually are a moving like air
moving without us gathering
as if fireworks to the sky but rather quickly in fungus

it is here in these microorganisms
where living has had lovers held closer together than before sunlight had
i remember it was before autumn’s falling around this forest
we could see the hiding dying to survive
even the slightest short knife or the coming down of a simple rainbow
"we just wanna love," she said, kissing my cheek
i in her palms dancing to her tongued beat tasting her dampness turn green or sometimes brown on good days
she was like a deer then other nights like an owl or when under me a mouse
she would be coming down the stairwell vertical downward as I sipped from her wooden tea mug warm around my fingers as holding does

you could tell the mushrooms upside each selected old tree’s bark
was like that tree’s heartbreaker and that tree’s very own torn apart moonbeam
but how
it was the broken forgotten wind again and the coming down rain that held us
that held everything closer like the anthill under
and the nesting feathers
the nesting above but in stillness

none other can be described as her mildew that grew
on
in
and through me

my shadows
my fingertips printed colored or average
and in each appearing song her very crying soul would whisper of the forest to exactly wherever I would become to be
this goes for in puddles
or in pines on trails
or on the walking of concrete steps
and from the parking lot to the park across the small town
the mushrooms and her have came up

mikalina

very nice... thanks for sharing.