She said my eyes were like stars that day
We'd been kissed by a flurry of leaves -
Autumn in the forest.
She said my mouth was so wide
I could've caught flies in it.
"Isn't the forest beautiful?"
She'd asked on gentle breath.
"Yeah," I said,
"I ******* love trees."
I wrote this poem after a few drinks. It’s absolutely awful and far too flowery even by my standards, but my poetry lecturer said it’s a humorously subversive and ironic piece. Maybe I should drink more often.
