Tree Of Knowledge

And kisses on my forehead while you're making love to me remind me of plants basking in the sun, absorbing strength and power. I feel it's warm rays on my leaves as you whisper to me "grow"
And so I did
Accustomed to your love and beautiful song. Sweet words falling from your lips may as well be poison to my roots, because you have the ability to bounce between evil and good, break my heart and put me back together again.


by Julia Cole


Eileen Wu