in the woods, i was a boy of twelve summers
lanky and spry, my shadow faithful to my heel
as i trek. i suspect no doom. the world loomed
imperial.
in the woods, i was a boy who dwelled, tunnels -
deep in the sun. my halo, entangled in my horns
my forearms red. i reject no truth. i hurl moons
aerial.
over white picket fences. i blend in with wild things
calmly. i move through the rough shrub and ivy.
[tall grass.]
lashing mid-thigh... bare skin, drum tight. cooling
where the wind kissed. my innocence inveigled
in the turbulent dusk. bucks rut, then
lock horns; dueling
magnificent.
in the woods
i was a boy
who dared.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
in the woods, i was a boy of twelve summers
lanky and spry, my shadow faithful to my heel
as i trek. i suspect no doom. the world loomed
imperial.
in the woods, i was a boy who dwelled, tunnels -
deep in the sun. my halo, entangled in my horns
my forearms red. i reject no truth. i hurl moons
aerial.
over white picket fences. i blend in with wild things
calmly. i move through the rough shrub and ivy.
[tall grass.]
lashing mid-thigh... bare skin, drum tight. cooling
where the wind kissed. my innocence inveigled
in the turbulent dusk. bucks rut, then
lock horns; dueling
magnificent.
in the woods
i was a boy
who dared.
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