by Caroline Tigeress

Created on: June 27, 2009

In the lushness that is the Pacific North West

There are mountains, trees

States of mind

States of being

Once walks barefoot

Shoes would be an offense to the forest

Clothing as well is shed

Trees do not wear clothing

Nor shall I

Naked I hug the tree

My breasts frot against it

I feel it's very soul come into my mind

We are making love, this tree and I

In my mind in this forest

Every tree

At once

Making Love in the woodlands

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