The Story of Trees

How would I picture your face
had I only seen it in the dark
or the way the trees must see it,
     the predatory center
     of an animal who needs,

and not in the way we see trees,
     walking under their skirts,
     looking up their dresses,
     pointing, admiring the most secret parts,
thinking the most conspicuous place
cannot also be the most killable?

— 2010