Pine Trees

Lines of pines trees
No,
Rows of pine trees

Prickling pines penetrate
Force
My skin when pressed

Asphalt meets the line
Where
Friendship and brutality meet

Twigs break
Along
With spirit and body

The pines stay quiet
As
Does the girl that meets them

Dance Class

her body bends beautifully
gracious movement
pupils full of curious life
breasts breath-taking
pure lust – wanting her every stretch