In the Forest

Green Man calling

the voice in the woods craggy and rich

oak leaves fallen, deep gulleys filled with brown

dark eyes gazing out from behind trees, breath in the branches.

calling me to come closer

to be where the Earth welcomes me

among the protective rocks, trees bending around

a shield of bare branches

like bones

And

wrapping my legs around you, listening to your voice

your breath against my skin

Night falling in the sweetest moment

your form against candied skies

and then the quiet darkness and starry sky

 

I know your smell, love your eyes drinking me in.

And kneeling down in the deep leaves with your heat

is like coming home

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