Tea Leaves and Tree Trunks

The tea leaves and the tambourines are found deep within the darkest trunks in our closets. And outside of the window, when the treetops kiss the clouds, for a fleeting moment they cannot separate themselves. We pull them out to play, and the treetops kissing the clouds come down to play with us too. Because your legs are much larger than mine, like tree trunks. And my hands cannot hold all they want to say, like floating tree leaves. With one large inhale all the particles of dust tainted her lungs and he swung. The clouds and the trees and the tea leaves and the tambourines. She floated away, first perched on the windowsill, then out into the grey sky. He lay still in his darkest trunk for weeks. Heavy, heaving and deflating back she came. He opened his trunk in the closet. Because there are few things greater than falling in love. Except, maybe, falling back into love.