Puzzles: you’re an oak now, ok?

And why I saw your ancient face, holding a phone, was why I started to scribe my ancient text

I dont know how to ask: can I  touch your skin? How would one of those liars who reach you before I do, lie about my desire to touch you? Don’t believe them, they don’t know your skin like I do, with ancient longing

Your face is like an ancient tree, I stood beside you

Sitting from my phone, in a world composed of cells, built from a picture of the sun on my wall, a few clouds exhale, real thunder rolls out your name from magic earth, as tho some great spirit of nature had called me back, to remind me of you wound around my thoughts, like a wise oak, telling me things about magic earth, I didn’t know…
Your branches, roll out my desire, like thunder, under your heart, discovered love, my cells open up, collapsed beside you, and like rain, out pours everything

The greatest thing that ever happened is you, batting your oaken eyelids to see, I’m not some Hand-Eye Administrator, some lowly android, who just sits on the dole-phone, and likes for faith capitalism

And what they’d say, those who’ve never liked a tree, who’d never believe one could, or even liked magic earth, and who don’t believe in love, who only like the popular, so they are liked,

To think of that link, when to think, is to demean you into linking capital likes, but your flesh is not like their necklace,

Because emotion grows deep in you, as you grow, my great oak domme morrigan, around me, as if emotion were binding, my flesh,

Intertwined with my longing for your oaken skin… questioned who I be, because of you, my being grows thru ancient Time, who weaves her branches,

Thru me, thru my phone, I reach into oak and touch, standing,

Together, oak and beech, a forest

To inhabit in our longing, emotion so rare and old, a word spoke so deep by trees: affinity