you silence the trees’ whistling
as if they are rambling drunks
that is when i understood
that you believe
the world to be still
that it does not sigh and groan
as people do
that the deepest inhales are also silent
but you have never become small to a shaking branch
or have listened to it gasp
as you press against it with a full chest
and entangle your thighs around her limbs