Dryad

I live in woods

steeped deep in brown and green

in the heart

of everything.

Step lightly on the leaves and dappled light

Crucify;

Kiss, once,

each of my open palms

o sharp

see each kiss take root...

see wild flowers bloom.

I am pierced through my pale hands

fixed to the bark beneath,

I hang transformed

between three trees.

Only my head can fall

like reasoning.

Now I can't breathe...

hear my heart beat me

hear my green blood fall

to the fallen leaves.