And now, at last

My feet have sprouted and grown roots
Binding me completely,
To this patch of earth
Beneath us.
I turn to wood.

As the yellow-green moss encroaches
Past gnarled toes,
Fixing my heels and ankles
To the soil –
The cold flat stone in my belly
Turns no more.

In sanctuary
The light drips and peels off branches,
Onto our upturned faces, lips
Parted, form lazy beads of sap
To wet slowly our chins, eyelids
Kissed softly and warm,
Grow green and flutter as moth’s wings.

Under darkened canopy
As the trees around us slumber,
We break down into ourselves –
An embrace
Dissolving into the carpet of leafy debris.
And now, at last
I have no want to leave.