Your body.Your body.Your body. by ~merely-mortal
Mimics the trees
of the forest you grew up in.
(Not climbing trees like in Africa. Rigid soldiers.)
Tree-studier, you point out
their diseases, but you never
point out mine.
Raised welts on their leaves,
raised welts on my skin.
Heavy and erect and easy to climb,
you hold me up, safe from the damp ground
and show me a bluer sky.
My lover, tree-lover.
There are monsters in my forest,
are you not afraid?