perennial, woody

All your life you have never seen anything so 3-D:
it is a tree.  It is bark fingers fisting through earth to
a blue cervix sky, surrounded by a green condom (leafed
for her enjoyment).  Or perhaps trees have unsafe sex and
the leaves are frozen semen which rustle under backlit
breezes.  Or maybe they are just the lungs of a lonely
introverted undersoil whose exhales are sunlight all
around the world.  Please raytrace my tree.  Please backup this near
memory:  you are on a high branch, looking down on my
sexuality (a metasequoia, thought extinct 
till found again in western China, or an evergreen?)
telling me how you were raised in a desert and thus do
not understand the aesthetics of photosynthesis
except to say, "I want this wet life forever."  You jump.