You can see me

 You can see me dear woodsman,nude and dominant
where there's rebirth, there is also promise.
Steel tree is my fellow nuisance, nymph mode is slightly gracious and I wake up on a
lamb-coat of no shame,
furred and non-wilted, words of reprieve and intelligence,
feminine only once more, I think I see the vibrations of a high shriek in my bath, can't hold it in forever. "I forgive you wet seam".
No more will this comfort shout silently in a hole,
No longer will I try to crack in my hood of bone.
I'm the woman who's feet never touches the ground.
I have no regrets.
So what's the ax for?