I walk through piles of autumn leaves
Golden like your skin.
The air, cool like your eyes
Sweeps across my face
Like your hands once did
And I am warmed inside
As if the august sun was once again shining down on my naked body
like in the field that day
And the coolness of the wind reminds me of the breeze in the leaves of the tree I watched you climb
How your woodland like beauty moved me,
my tree lover boy