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The Art of Forestry

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If it were only appropriate to speak
of a single touch, of what it means,
of what it feels.

Our forearms graze and so I hold very still,
I never want to lose a second of
you against me.

My entire being shivers along the
shores of your skin

and all of my nerve endings are electrified
when I imagine our relationship evolving into
lilac limbs, freshly kissed lips, and
lieing next to you on rainforest floors.

We create a completely nuclear reaction,
a mixture of fusion, friction, and fascination.

So believe me when I say, oh boy I love you,
I really do,
yes, I want you so,
so close,
closer than tires upon pavement,

and like a car you turn into me,
and like a car you take me places,

you even take my daydreams to extraordinary realms
where I wake in the midst of the woods,

the air is slick and crisp
and I can feel your muddy, autumn hands
dancing along my flaking, fir tree flesh,
the dirt runs damp between our toes
and we become nothing but creatures of the forest;

living off each other's love,
the warmth of the sun,
and the fresh taste of maple syrup;

sweet and sticky
and never truly lost.
oh dear

side note: i didn't realize how um, sensual? this poem is until I posted it and re-read it
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februaryblue's avatar
I like the sensuality. It's too poetic to be sexual, and I can't help but relate to the metaphors you chose, the nuclear reaction and the fir trees, because those are oddly personal to me.