"Mother trees inert", innocence observes (the mother's inertia is only recognizable from without).
Kissing there deeply rooted water repellent feathers -the verdure of the chest- the migratory birds whom come year after year to nest within these outstretched arms; have they a tree that's similar in the warmer climate? Does the birds thoughts differ amongst the new Eco system, have they out of necessity come to a place that provokes their libido (that would otherwise remain dormant -if they were- to stay down south year round)? And what of the northern domestics as they defrost & preen, have they a need for direction on account of the seemingly indefatigable winter that has all but wiped clean many a furrow wrought of last spring, possibly even their need for sustenance or rather how to go about the task. Thence their example: the migratory birds after a long journey are hungry. And after both have supped, the formers completely revitalized as an all consuming fire ensues: beginning in their loins & quick to subdue, to apprehend & channel all their faculties (as the chaff is left on the threshing floor) into the willing of one thing.
And so it could be said that their innocence remains intact apropos their lack of expectations; their desire to propagate as with later on their instinct to nest & protect their young being as tantamount in its envelopment of the senses (meaning their sexuality has no context, now that the prior deliberation is obvious & hasn't any need of their nostalgic recapitulation either -where the reassurance one acquires is false & need be entreated upon with ever more frequentation).
They haven't the luxury of a "love life" nor the adroit sensibility too feign their nakedness (transparency?).
