Fallen Logs and Sleeping Trees

Spherical Scent.

 

Drafts of light from

Alto Spheres

spun through leaves

bright,

as his lips - I remembered

became the shape of

my body.

Back against dead and mossy

trunk -

as a woman

& sunken

from each side of me

risen out of leafy shore

came the smell

of rain on elements green & sodden

wept the floor

of oxygen.

For the purchase of any of these photos please contact me at rebeccadance1390@yahoo.com and i can put you in touch with the artist - thank you.

Location - Buckinghamshire.

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