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Running through the forest free, Barefoot sensate to the brown, Arms outstretched to the leaves, Screaming silently: "touch me. touch me." The brown bark scratching, Compressing buttocks bare to the wood- "Do you dare? Do you dare?" The forest's open mouth, Dark shadows zippering, Flipping flesh stretching, Reaching for the mouth- Still closed; hands fisted; Pressure building; never burst. Clothes trembling, hidden goats On grass pressed watching. "It's in spurts; Do you know? Do you know?" "No never." And thus ever Yearning freedom in the fields, Fighting forests that don't yield. |