My lover stands still; only her hair obeys
the breeze. She spares me both wind and sun—
tools for prudish townsfolk revelations.
She leans toward light and never caps her braids.
My lover stands tall. My cheek rests on her
hip bone, schoolboy deep in a summer fantasy.
She stays my clumsy touch, my fervency,
my bare feet planted on her toes, my wonder.
My lover’s arms extend above. They cross
themselves, while I shelter in place beneath
and ask: “What will the townsfolk think?” But, still
she hides me, holds me, keeps me calm though lost.
Our selves, lacking common tongue, can better breathe
than say affection. Here we stand, though I would kneel.
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“Trees” by Joyce Kilmer – 1886-1918
Yours agnostic and (or but, take your pick) much better.
I love it.
Wondering, I’m glad you enjoyed the poem! And thank you for mentioning Kilmer’s classic “Trees.” Oddly enough, because the poem is referenced briefly in the movie Superman II, I’ve had the first line of it stuck in my head since 1980. Here’s a link for anyone who wants to read it. Beautiful piece: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/12744/trees
EVE hands him another crystal at random. LUTHOR shoves it in the mechanism – JOR-EL reappears.
Education crystal 108. Earth Culture. A typical ode, much loved by the people you will live among, Kal-El. “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer. “I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree; a tree whose branches wide and strong…”
LUTHOR, to his credit, quickly yanks the tape out.
Hey wait! I love “Trees.”
So does the average Cocker Spaniel…