If Bands of Light Could Shadow

By David Cortez

The bands of a purloined sun,
bright hands breach canopy,
to bathe the rib cage tree trunk,
in light on the Tarwood tree.

Her legs, like winged butterflies,
grace wind like sweet Chablis,
and just as intoxicating,
is this Miss under Tarwood tree.

Here Faye-like, She, be swinging
in the early morning wee,
unlike nymphs and fairies might fear it,
she loves her Tarwood tree.

And if like with human passion,
in return, as lover would be,
in comfort, forever guarded
in the arms of her Tarwood tree.