Two Poems of Love and Trees

Lovers Leaves

Upon the moss one leaf
  Seemed split in two

You can see the spines,
  The top leaves

Was two, both curved over,
  Warm oak taco shells

Once cleaved as one,
  Both stems

Still one at the twig,
  Holding hands in the branch

Two fallen leaves,
  A gap to see

So seems my sleeping love
  To me

Naked Elm 

In a distraction, 

  The elm lets fly her yellow leaves. 

Each burst of chaff to draw my eye away

  From her nakedness

Though it only leaves her more so, 

  This dance of the veils to maintain her innocence, 

How coy she is, a mistress, to undress so before

  The chapped raw winds of winter’s lust 

My Girl and I, we add on blankets, 

  Then den ourselves as bears do in a cave, 

Sharing lover’s loins before only God, 

  Who Himself has promised not to peek, 

And nightly visits welcome from 

  Our own warm pussy-cat

But the elm, she stands out, naked, 

  All her innocent leaves taken,

Over frigid months, her apetalous buds blue, shaken,

  Until warming spring winds return, 

    And staminate