In the dark woods

I lay in the dim dark woods
Looking at the sky above
Clouds racing southward
Remembering you

Surely twenty years have passed
All that time without your love
My fingers touch the soil
No consolation

I recall you leaning on me
Your warm breath on my cheek
What a purple patch for us
That time we made love

Oh what a donkey I am
To think I can find you again
In this sweet hollow
Of mystic pleasures

My feeble brain recalls
A pestilence of memories
For if you treat love lightly
It will disappear

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