Monday, April 19, 2004

Would I explain this wild dream
This surreptitious sly escape
And open jungle jaws agape
Indulging flashing eyes that gleam

A long-haired figure in twisting vine
Caught by ankle and by wrist
Heatedly waiting a lovers’ tryst
Cheeks flushed the warmth of wine

He caught her figure in the fray
Somehow he sought her out
Brushing--lips that will stay
Between--words of doubt

Dropping a smile at her feet
He kissed them as he passed
A laugh fell flat in jungle grass
And she faltered in the heat

Hazy in humid fog it seems
Strange lovers--their touch reshapes
Tangled greens--her skin, it scrapes
And tears catch in jungle streams

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