We'll be walking hand in hand in a forest we will kiss - not stopping not watching cross boundaries so blind. In the middle of a kiss you will shiver and dissolve melting like the witch into a puddle into a pool. As I reach towards you arms will lengthen and turn solid skin transforms to bark - thick hair becomes green leaves. Each spring the girls come running - giggles break the silence - to seek a future lover in the stillness of your depths. Instead you cruel reflect the shadows in their singing they leave a little wiser sadness in their step. And I can never touch you but my roots drink thirsty deeply - each autumn leaves a scattering gold and scarlet sinking slowly. We can only hope for summer storms to send you flooding - up against me to surround me in a watery embrace. ***** M.A. Mohanraj September 27, 1993 (for Jeff - happy birthday)Click here to read more poems.