through the woods of you

lost i have always been
sweet cherry basket left upon the forest floor
abandoned to the solitary
tempting to creatures wild & determined
why have i waited here for so long
for you to bite?
what is the pull?
the intrinsic desire to be gobbled whole

come to me thru your brambles and thorns
come to me with edges raw & blackened

your dark fits felted within my light
gray we become

i grow weary & cold with no skin
about these silver bones
lost
found
sweet cherry winter waiting