I.
I slid, straddling His branch between my legs,
gripping Him with all the love my heart could give—
His solid, mighty support beneath me.

Innocent pleasure,
pulling myself over the smooth bark of tree,
feeling Him notice me.

II.
Hot rocks beside glinting river skin.
I sat down on you, bum nearly bare,
and savored every moment
of your grounded heat—
delivery beneath me—
shamelessly.

III.
Your wide leaf, delicate form—
flushed over my face and cheeks.

Memories of greens and rain—
explored through the scent of milk
in your stem.

Your forest, my religion.
Your branching arms, my savior—
your leaves, my passionate desire.

Consuming each other
through lived prayer.

IV.
Tangled in your roots, my love—
freedom to be—
and the earth that held you still enough to support me.

Desire-driven need to scent
seeded bliss—
beneath the pine tree.

V.
Sensual natured—
nurtured by the natural world—
within and outside of me.

VI.
My legs, the shape of your holding me.
We fit together—
leaning into each other—
‘U’ of the tree—

Our natures separated by nothing at all—
your scent and my scent—
the smell of cleansing.

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