Poetry

Sap

Sap

I can see this

Orange and hot flamage

You consume me,

and burn.

You are so lush,

a green forest that surrounds me

I reach out my hands to touch

Pull back-

hot, sticky sap

clings to fingertips

Washed clean by rain

© Hannah Truelove


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