Fornicating Leaves

Dear Friend Zone

A man’s most feared phrase
A woman’s clutch companion
“I think we should be friends”

“You know it’s not you it’s me”
“I’m just too involved with my career”
“I don’t want to hurt you”
Or my personal favorite
“Friendships are honestly the best relationships though, right
You understand don’t you?”

A home wrecking female’s enemy
A male player’s ace in the hole
“You know what this was from the beginning”

He doesn’t believe her
She doesn’t believer herself
She knew better
One more pawn moved on his chess board
Gender doesn’t determine heartbreak
I mean,
I’ve never heard of a heart separating differently
Because she’s a she or he’s a he
Mother always told me
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Fornicating Leaves

The leaves fell hand in hand
into each other’s laps like club dances
and the gender of each root
was washed away by forty days and nights of rain.

"We are creatures of God, only he can judge us"
So let our xylem mate with phloem
until each tree's branches hold hands in false ceremonies.

Love has no boundaries.
Love has no gender
so when they tell the story of these woods
when they mention the leaves that fell one at a time
they will whisper "we are all god's creatures, only he can judge you".

©Paris “Chi” Butler, “Fornicating Leaves”. 2012. All Rights Reserved.