Having spake pishposh to
naked trees, booming baritone,
what once shrunk with cold
began to unscrew.
Lacquered limbs from hyperextensions
of daylight, a sensuous twiddle
caught fingers, they began combing
a tongue for hair.
Slipping the ***** of its unpronounceable
fever, Mount Parnassus pitched
heights, as an uncanny greenery loosed
the lips of poetry.