Love of Nature by Jake Johnson
I carve our initials
Into the arm
Of a tree
Surrounded
By a crooked heart
No one sees it
It’s up too high
I run my fingers
Over the gouges
In the thick and gnarled
Bark
Your initial almost
Makes a circle
Mine has a sharp edge
Yet you fold into me
Like paper into an envelope
One day you will look up
And see
I run my fingers
By a crooked heart
Surrounded
In the thick and gnarled
Bark
Of a tree
And see
It’s up too high
No one sees it
Makes a circle
One day you will look up
Yet you fold into me
Over the gouges
Like paper into an envelope
I carve our initials
Mine has a sharp edge
Your initial almost
Into the arm
Secret
