He Is My Maple Tree

M agnetic
A lluring
P assionate
L ove
E ndures

T orrid
R aptured
E rotic
E ternal

In my dreams he is the maple tree,
The leaves are shaped into the perfect pattern,
To gaze my eyes upon,
The length of the branches and thickness of the foliage offer shade and protection,
The wood offers me paper to write my heart and spirit on,
It also gave me a bed frame that carried all of my dreams and fantasies,
Just like the maple that provides the syrop for us to eat,
He has a sweetness that run through the very core of him,
The provisions of this maple provides me with something substantial,
That I can feel, taste and see from my very soul,
That I had to carve the two of us embracing for eternity on the bark.
woodlandwench woodlandwench
41-45, F
1 Response May 22, 2012

That was very beautiful. I love the ties between nature and human substance you write. Its sensual, and very romantic.

thank you very much, love can be moving and powerful, but it can also be very destructive when they do not respect you enough to do what is honorable