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Scott Edward Cole: Music

Sway

(Cole)
Your new tree
is no canopy.
He may be green
for you, but he
will never be
a shade provider.

And will you
not parch?
Press to kiss
the small of his back
just to make it arch
over you?

He'll still be
an outsider.

How you used to
make me sway.
I remember
you that way.

Once you would
climb me this way,
my limbs extended to sway,
with the weight of my trunk.
Drank from my lips
and were drunk
with honey, my sweet.

With honey, my sweet.

Then you were
lowered to your feet.

Oh yes,
I saw your head rest
for an instant
in that swallow's nest.
Heard you jangling keys
hung from a thread
down to your knees.
Do they unlock your
chest of curiosities?

How you used
to make me sway.
I remember you
that way.