Tree Spirit

I wrote this poem years ago. I've hoped to get it published in an anthology on earth-based spirituality or something like that. But I haven't put much effort into making that happen. So here it is. Like it?

Tree Spirit   (Spring 1992) 


i dream of making love with a tree.
i'm not in this human body
nor any body formed of flesh.

the branches caress me, 
we entwine, entangle

low clouds that turn to fog, 
vine, snake, chipmunk
i am all creatures who love tree
i am dryad - spirit living within this old oak
 in its bark and its cork
 in its root hairs and its leaf buds
 in its water-carrying veins
 and the oxygen producing, 
 chlorophyll-and-sun-powered factories
  of every single green leaf.

we are lovers,
my tree and i,
tickling one another
in the ways we each love best.

i wiggle her root hairs in the rich, dark earth
then squeeze her vessels upward,
making my tree giddy with life-pleasure.

my tree rustles her leaves, 
oxygen and light swirling over me, 
i am high, i am drunk, i am hers.