impregnating a tree
being impregnated by a tree
when we kiss, where do I put my mouth
where is yours, not to mention where I put all mine and where all your erotic zones be
but I’m assuming eroticism upon you, tree
what can you possibly assume about me, which then feels like a meta-assumption:
if we could just produce one child, between the two of us, if we could just make one child, then we could bridge the gap.
funny how bastards make the best bridges