Come with me
to the forest
and dance
For the woods call
Fresh
And the birds smell
Songs
lie with me on the grass
Kiss my cheeks
Bite them
For your lips
taste cool
And the sigh
moans soft
Touch my hair
And breathe into my ear
For your breath
Flows love and lust
your
Fingers touch
Hurt and cure it
Run, Run, Run
together lets run
and never ever stop
until we
find the cave
On a mountainside
the one we've always spoken of!
Where you’ll write chess
And I’ll play poetry
The trees will rustle outside
And the birds will sing our names
Like godless prayers
Until the day
When, like a false god in godless prayers,
our unwritten, unspoken names
become the clamoring of hammers
the grinding of saws
the hiss of electricity
and the taste of metal
and the smell of sweat
the touch of hot air
my love, unspoken prayer,
Remember the freshness of the woods,
My lightest kiss,
Our mountaintop abode.
preserve the night
in a ballad and play it
like love
play it like you caress my woman's curves
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