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Fallen Logs and Sleeping Trees

Spherical Scent.


Drafts of light from

Alto Spheres

spun through leaves


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.

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Location - Buckinghamshire.

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