I’ve never been one for mornings
but with you I rise with the sun.
I crawl from the depths of my
heavy wollen blankets
up the trunks of trees that feel
like your soft skin
up to the emerald canopy
so that I can look out
through your green eyes
at the landscape of our
bodies, creating mountains
and rolling hills, between us,
the shallow valley that disappears
as you, still asleep, pull me closer
to your dreamstate.
And as forests grow together,
so that once a boundary is no more,
we slip together back toward darkness
to walk along the forest floor