You lie with me in the forest deep
In the sun dappled shade.
Moss is a soft green cushion,
And violets are sprinkled on our bed.
Our skin, green with crushed flora,
Is covered with leaves and sticks.
We laugh and groom each other,
And then lie down again.
The musky leaf mould smell
Mingles with our sweat.
Toadstool, mushroom, fungi funk
Mirrors the smell of sex.
We lie side by side
And watch the sun through the trees.
The breeze blows across our skin,
And gives blessing to our bodies.