I kissed it.
I don’t know why I kissed it, but I did. And, I liked it too. Even though it looked rough and bark-like to the touch, it’s, what I can only imagine to be a face was, soft, smooth, pleasant to the touch of my lips upon the silken leafy texture of its, mouth. I think I surprised it. Alex, I mean. I had to think of a name, but it’s all too difficult when you don’t know his, her, its, sex. Not that it really matters, Alex cares for me and I care for Alex. We don’t share words, Alex doesn’t know how to talk, but there are these, smells. No, not smells, smell is not a pleasant word. Scents, fragrances, perfumes, these wonderful, drowning senses that pull me away from reality for all but a moment, just long enough for me to know exactly what Alex is saying.
No. It wasn’t always that easy, when we first met, I thought Alex was going to kill me. The way it held my arm so tight, I could feel my bone aching and my hand go numb. The axe almost took my foot off when I dropped it, but I don’t blame Alex, no. How could I? Not now, when I too protect the same forest, love every plant, every animal. I used to speak to Alex, back when we knew nothing about each-other and were close to being enemies. I tried to plead for some wood, branches, sticks, something to make a fire and stay warm, but Alex didn’t understand, not until my fear of death and cold overwhelmed me. Alex could smell it on me and it was then I found out, Alex wasn’t evil, or selfish, Alex just, was.
We spend our time in my little cabin now. We came to an arrangement; it let me cut down some trees that were old, dying, or diseased. Never healthy ones, Alex would lead and I would follow, only ever touching the ones directly beside Alex as it eased the trees pain while my axe bit into its body until it finally fell. Alex would help me carry the tree, watch me with interest, curiosity of how and why I did what I needed to do to make the log the right size and shape to build our cabin.
We are like a married couple now, I suppose. We spend our time together in the cabin I built, the cabin allowed me to build in a clearing in its forest. There was no real price, I am sure if I wanted to, Alex would let me stay here for nothing. But, I felt I needed to do something, to deserve to be here, to stay with Alex.
I kept my axe sharpened using the stones by the river, it came in handy to scare off other humans like me. People who didn’t understand the forest like me and Alex do. They were a danger to the forest, the animals. I would hunt one every week, keep it small and on rare occasions, sometimes even Alex would have a taste, but never liked it.
I kissed it.
I kissed Alex and Alex seemed to like it too, despite its surprise, I could smell it, that sweet scent of maple and sap.
Our cabin has never smelt any different, ever since. Every day that same sweet scent. That same, sweet, Alex.
It will never be the same.
I’m sorry Alex, I’m only human.
Only you can live forever.