Outdoor music

So many light tree trunks
dark forest in between them
like black keys
the landscape smiles pianolike
but the soundscape is unaudible
behind the leafage whistling

Oh, when you peep at me
from behind the trunk
half face
a visible eye
a hidden eye
both your arms
both your thighs
your other eye now
fingers playing the white bark

Then we stumble towards the bushes
kissing playing kissing
each others necks and thighs
our steps beautifully chaotic




Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-11 at 08:45

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2005-12-11