Dappled sunlight of the fragrant forest
measures the highs and lows
Filled in dust coloured leaves.
Sentinel tree trunks lost in lofty dreamy winds.
You begin to get undone
You let things be
You will the shadow of a tiger in every bush
A bird call takes your mind away
to pubertal breezes of love.
You would sleep that afternoon of squirrels,
curled in the after-love of trees,
to whispered ancient stories
floating hillock to swaying hillock.
But then the unseen ocean
Sweeps you to your counting table
To balance your books
of duties
And desires.
Do you dare?
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