Laying beneath the crunchy velvet of the forest floor
cradles me in a naked Surrender
for I am as the trees
majestic in their ancient wisdom
and beyond beautiful in the human concept
for how can We,
still rosey-cheeked and bright-eyed
in the Evolution of Ages
ever yearn
ever crave
to be Gods among the Timeless
the In-Between Worlds,
the landscape of secrets in a woman's heart?
Dormant Longings
are laid bare here,
newborn in their dew-covered conscious
