through our forest of
promises,
with Hawk looking down
and Wolf looking up,
I am stuffing myself
with berries,
as I always eat
when I am lonely.
When I come to the hollow tree
I step inside.
Could not resist,
and I rest a while.
When I reach our stream
the fishes are waiting
to give me a wave
and the smile that I need.
And the forest lights up
as if all suns were shining at once.
There you are,
and my heart,
if it didn’t know you
would have fainted at this.
Me?
I long for a kiss.
As we tangled our arms
to be greeting each other
I briefly thought:
What I ever would do
if you weren’t coming,
and you had gone away.
Then I killed that small floater
of thoughts.
And you looked at the colours,
a bluish red, purple
that the berries had left.
And with movements that only
my lovely
possesses
you lingered and kissed me-
I know that you don’t
like a mess.