studying the premature ejaculation of gray-green pterodactyls

sometimes you'll find that man tangled amongst the roots,
his strong sinewy body merged with
the strength of the tree. look for naked
skin, big knees, stubble on his
chin, pubic hair sharing its
texture with viscous yet crusty moss.
**
you may never free him from
his entanglement. he may wish
to stay there, blended with
the wood and the rough and
the xylem of desire, the
love of the realm, the
forest his gigamorph,
the fulfillment of his
big expansive soul.
**
perhaps you'll suck
a big dollop of him
from underneath that
tree. perhaps you'll
leave with his musky
taste in your mouth,
your heart beating
fast, your tongue
exploring the
inner textures of
your teeth. you'll sure
miss him, though, but you'll
leave him there,
entangled,
his root and luster
and self, all slither
and sinew and
lean.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)