Trees burn and beg with green fire.
They shout their ragged breath into our ears.
              What are they telling you?
Branches of bushes lean and pile on one another for the ecstasy of being touched by another.
The basil plants on your windowsill twist and grow together like the old married couple melting in bed.
Grass will curl up and choke your toes, pulling its lips closer to yours.
And let’s not forget the flowers that wink from the edge of a field and make dirty promises with their petals.
Take lessons from the vines, those libertines, the way they are everywhere at once.
They slither and engulf: nature’s tongue and teeth.
Let Her serve you and tie you to the bed.