binding myself in utter nakedness to your trunk
colors calling to me like the flute upon your lips
ancient maple oozing sap now clinging to my arms
amid my breast, it falls, saturating my fiery blood
divulging her centuries of secrets, we both weep
fires, poison fumes, and humans create her sorrow
last, in this primal forest, for the others are now gone
I will become this year’s light ring as you and I are one