Trembling

Lying on his back, he sees
Branches arcing to the white blank sky

Leaves coming off sets of branches
Pterodactyl bones, x-rays
Of a fin, or a hand, or a wing

From the bones, come coin sized
Leaves in layers to the white blank sky
Shivering in deference to the breeze

This is a love poem

The heart of one who loves shivers
In the same way those leaves do

Trembling in a silhouette
Against nothing