“Unwords”

ImageHe offered me a leaf like a hand with
fingers.
I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.
He offered me a
branch like an arm.
I offered him my arm like a branch.
He tipped his
trunk towards me
like a shoulder.
I tipped my shoulder to him
like a
knotted trunk.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
He
passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
He
a solitary
man.

By Nichita Stanescu