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