Big trees grew smaller, small ones big.
\nI could reach the third crotch of the willow,
\ntiptoe to catalpa pods once shinnied up after<\/p>\n
A fig surreptitiously picked smacked of
\ndelights so simple they passed me by.
\nMulberries mixed with tar from telephone<\/p>\n
poles tasted of wine from Provence.
\nWith gentle, bruising brushes, as one might
\ncaress a clitoris, I turned gardenia<\/p>\n
brown, its honeysuckle taint redolent
\nof the boy I no longer was. Amnesia
\nmay be tractable to olphactory cure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Big trees grew smaller, small ones big. I could reach the third crotch of the willow, tiptoe to catalpa pods once shinnied up after A fig surreptitiously picked smacked of delights so simple they passed me by. Mulberries mixed with tar from telephone poles tasted of wine from Provence. With gentle, bruising brushes, as one … <\/p>\n