the tree is art

The tree is art:

its abstract description

open to interpretation.

The portrayal:

a straining toward contact,

the first kiss of lovers,

the electric absence of touch

the tension of hazard.

The moment when paths are taken

and bridges crumble

behind imperilled backs.

Or,

lovers held apart,

their arms gripped

by their tragedies,

they cannot commit

their intercourse.

Or,

the breaking apart,

when parched love

in a desert of emotion

is conquered

and the tethering of affection

is no longer enough.

Open to interpretation,

its abstract description,

the tree is art.