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.