introduced to a tree

i think it a she tree
it has her attitude
not fuck you
but yes i'm here
and i should be
so what!
my waxed green
is showing
in the rain
and yes
you can look
if you like
my red is 

young but strong
needing feeding,
but stripable
discovering cream
and alabaster, 

at winter's 

tightening,
always newly me.

Addiction

Dreaming darkness enlivened
minds seek solace,
dipped relief of sorrow
spawns its shame,
unfulfilled promises
cast shadows back
in ghostly gray half memory.

Attention seeking outlet
mixing passions as
drunken vomit
cannot fail
to splash feet
that wept
to dance with grace.

Awake aware
certain deaths
close down all hope
of resurrection,
in a veiled world
shaded eyes glisten
and laugh at my sad song