Topic: Tree Sex

by J. P. Davies

we rustle between
sheets of bark
wrap your limbs
around my trunk
I discover how deep
your roots go
as I drink in the
heavy draughts of passion
mulching you into
hearty basic form
you a weeping willow
me a stubborn oak
I shelter you
make music for me
the sweet soft moans
of wind through
shaking boughs


Author's Note: Thanx to Barbara Griffith for this topic..

Posted on 10/31/2003
Copyright © 2020 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Barbara Griffith on 10/31/03 at 01:36 AM

Oh you're great! This is super!

Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 10/31/03 at 01:52 AM

Oh wow... this is wonderful!@

Posted by Marjorie Anne Reagan on 10/31/03 at 02:46 AM

"I shelter you you make music through your boughs" I love the whole tree theme and this is beautifully put. Wonderful imagery.

Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/01/03 at 02:37 AM

Oh, man. Genius.

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