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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