by oosh
Tree-woman, in split of bough Slender arc, sinew, flame-red Glowing coal, stronger than steel, Sprung tense, taut-haired for havoc. And for you I lie, outstretched, Carved in glowing, lustrous curves; Mournful eyes reveal my void – Echo-chamber, womb of song. Cut from wood and cut from wood, As I feel your hair caress My tight-strung entrails, I thrill, Blaze in boundless melody.