Trees are terraforming with roots
plumbing the dark soil and deep soil
to start a new world every day
here she comes with a smile for starch
overwhelming the trashed scenery
with hips, apple prizes in the face,
lips and lazily muscular, thighs.

Zones of evaporated milk
flung through the ribs by an eyes's
distance.  Remnants of salt world
on the tip-tongue of blossoming spores
tasting with the body
retching with the body the old world