I am naked sleep
Amongst gently swaying winter trees.
The spirit of the wood
Like a kindly chaperone
Beckons them to draw near.
Unable to stir my roots
I watch as their bodies
Bend and arch
Towards each other
And when they touch
It is with the kiss
My soul has yearned for.
Then as if spring has come for you
My heart and mouth burst open
Shouting something
Frightening and absurd
And this is how I wake.