Damp earth, my lover.

July 20, 2016

 

In the grove of the ever silent forest
I walk in the dark
stumbling and pushing through
a blackness forged of mud
clinging to my fragile legs
my feet bound in soft decay
I fall
and let myself be engulfed
by the moist ground
~
Damp earth, my lover
hold my tiny body
and scratch my glass flesh
with your thorns
I will bleed into you
as you drink from me
~
I submit
and let you lead me
deep within
~
The trees whisper to me
in a language of lost words
rooted so far down
with arms that touch the universe
they hold me to their core
and gently heal me
~
They wrap my bruised and bleeding skin
in leaves and moss
wet from the winter rain
and my love
~
Such a gift
to feel
so very deeply

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