spring poem (fable)

here is a poem i wrote last spring. it was originally untitled but my friend tess told me fable would make a good title and i think she is right!

i talk to you of my dream 
how we wrestled against the softness of the afternoon Light 
casting shadow puppets against the nape of your neck 
how we laid together on the hardwood floor 
our bellies glowing, the wood is on fire
can you feel it? 
i show you the trees and we trace over their eyes 
you tell me they look like mine 
and i tell you a half remembered old wives’ tale from my childhood 
the watching in the woods 
the naked branches make skeletons in the sky
and i ask if you can see it 
you laugh and we leave it at that

this is what i mean when i say skeletons in the sky. can you see it ????