Falling Into Bed with You

bowerymission

red leaves and brown leaves all around
yellow stars scattered with feathers and sticks
the moss exudes a moist scent
lying still and looking up
a colorful rain of leaves float down
up above, a sky full of clouds
the air, when still, has no sound
but when it moves i hear it sing
the creaking trees also speak to me
they sway and when i close my eyes
your earthly essence arrives
you weigh me down on this soft bed
a cool and natural place for us to lie
here, our long awaited love gives up
our arms like roots, intertwine
this is where longing evaporates
as we form a bright magical mound