Sunday, 30 October 2011

forest spirit

The trees danced in the wind as the stream gently kissed the pebbles. The moss whispered sweet somethings to the tree bark. The grass grazed our knees as we made our way to each other, the dew wet and cold. When our eyes met it was like the seven seas came crashing down together. Your dirty finger nails told stories of far away where no one knows us. Our skin became kindling and your lips began smoke signaling. The flame became us, and I tried to drag the demons from you. Scratching and scraping my skin. I can make you whole again.

(my words, photo source unknown)

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