Somebody...

we muse the same misty tree
we dangle discrepant dreams
over the haze of insecurity
hide the sun of our destiny

held my tongue every time you spoke
wanted to tell of the fruit i hoped
you would behold in the grove
near the brook of the home
we eventually owned [in our shared county]

grazed your hand through a note
that i slipped inside your lie-lack coat
while you were deciphering Poe
say, do you understand Ulalume?

i know you unfolded and read it
[or did you read it and unfold?]
but the trash wouldn't accept it
'twas compacted in your memory

so now i wait for your whisper
through the waning of winter
while the nosy cold moseys through your
overly-hidden, heated, secrecies

and i gape as our silhouettes in symmetry
become one with the trunk of the tree
and both our dreams finally meet
at the lips of love while lie-abilities languish