Woods

I want to be covered from head to toe

while laying on the cold forest soil

leaves around my freezing body

and be clad in cotton grey and muddy

 

I want to hear the wolfs howl

and the birds in morning breeze

after I slept on icy roots

of a dead trunk’s hovering shadow.

 

I want to marble as a figurine

concrete to overcome my heart

the vessels of blood

may lose their flow

to concrete quenching its dry love.

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