I’ve got dangers

I’ve got dangers inside me
absurd wandering pilgrims
like pride, eyes wild and cancerous
with warning.
My name is Tree By The River
I dance, stretch my neck and
reach towards the storehouse
of creation.
We both followed opulence
of tangled trails, feet flitting
til we were hoarse, faces flush
and panting.
“Come here”
you puff, as if to blow
a death bed’s
wished kiss.

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