Love, for the City I Hate: Unnamed Lover

I really wanted us to make love underneath my bayou tree

I've gone to that tree drunk to cry and listen
to music that I knew would only make me cry harder
I've gone to that tree to listen to its leaves shiver
and watch the moon or nude sky through them
I've seen light and dark because of that tree
That tree anchors me into this bayou soil
I'm wrapped up in that tree's roots
I'm oversaturated with water like that tree,
too much to eat, too much heat

I wanted to sit you at the base of my tree's trunk
I wanted to squeeze the knots of the tree
into your hips with the insides of my thighs

I wanted you to anchor me at the base of my bayou tree