Oak

Oak, so rooted
limbs strong;
I could climb
your branches to heaven
and kiss you in starlight.

Desire, a foundation of earth
rich and fertile
leaves us in the shade of trees,
the bark rough and layered.

The acorn,
a seed from which pleasures grow,
tender sprouts at your roots.
The wonders of green earth
embrace us.

Under brown-tinted leaves,
awaits the strength of your trunk.
You bow under the weight of
our limbs entwined,
strong-rooted oak.