A Coming To In Green Respite

 

She lay wide
awake in the quiet morning's wet wood
covered by his scent
her long pale fawn shape
her crooked legs bend and stretch
night lust lingering in drip
from awakening foliage
mist creeps

her new skin soft and wanting
stout bamboo scripture across
her cloven
white ass
some poet's signature
laments scrawled in pearl verse
joyful hymns too

she traces love
in the riddle's encryption
in the waltz of golden arrow sparks thrown
through the canopy
her naked coiled fern
her swollen lip

a trumpet banners at the mountain edge
his return
in wagered breath
with fresh kill
meat
and blood
to fuck again after breakfast
to discover fire by lunch.

TA