ForestFloor (to Mr. B)


And then like

The children that

We are we

Wandered through the

Forest of your

Apartment drinks in

Hand and eventually

Landed on a

Bed of moss

And pillows where

I saw the

Sun glint in

Your brown eyes

And I leaned

In and tasted

The soft dewy

Sweetness of your

Lips feeling your

Hands pull me

Closer falling into

You like a

Leaf lands upon

The forest floor

So, what did you think?

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