Non-Erotic PoetryForest reverieThis air. Cool on dry body. This breathing skin.
As a turtle ascends to the sun from the stream,
in a breeze, I reawake to fecund dream
of childhood; that time, with love, made thin.
As shadows narrow I escape the glen
as hollow as when I came in.
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