of course you are leaving

of course you are leaving
after your hands,
your broad leaves
have grown larger than mine

into a solid wall of green
and the rains, the rains
filled your chest, your voice
filled the streams
with echoes
of brass trumpets
and the dark crack
of stone against stone

of course the stones
will travel
to where the fish are liquid
against your skin

vines diving from trees
berries flying high
with the morning birds
over the spreading moss

all things were meant
to roll

to grow
to be cut
to fall past me

like hawk shadows
caressing my brow

or your teeth
forever pearls
in the twilight