The Tree House

 

High and scary

was my secret aerie

nestled in the gnarly branches

of the giant

Chinese elm

 

A haven

A hideout

A haunt

where my thoughts and dreams

could incubate

 

in private

 

Dreams of flying skyward

 

Dreams of high school girls

in tight skirts

 

Visions of daring deeds

and being grown-complete

 

Go back there with me

We will wrap the world around us

and make a place where completeness

is in each other’s arms