How does one commune
With one who is loved
When there is no 'us'

Surely, the trees agree
To touching leaves

While twit, thrush and sparrow
Alight Cupid's arrow

Marsupials stare longingly 
While chewing on yearnings

A copperhead rises high
To consider taste of thigh

How would one know
Which love is delight 
Without venturing wild
Avoiding its bite!