Forest

I Come Back to the Stream Breathless, thoughts racing Asleep, dying Fighting, defiant        I come back to the stream. Naked in boots        I come back to the stream. Legs downstream Head into clear running ice I gasp as my muscles seize         and quake         and revolt But I hold still        until Breathing slows Thinking        clears... A spark jumps into flame, and I fling myself to the grassy bank. Crystal droplets ringing, Sun crackling golden grass.

Wet Skin on Wet Skin Wet skin on wet skin Dark water Pale moonlit skin Deep water Tumbling tumbling Slippery wood Dark water, Breath. - Sharp ballpoint on skin Warm skin Candle glow Golden head on soft tummy Humming humming Cool strands of hair Warm skin, Breath.