The Creature from the Glade

The Creature from the Glade.

And in that forest I saw a creature so wickedly beautiful.
A creature of many minds and limbs.
Great swaths of skin waxed and waned rhythmically.
When it turned to look at me I saw myself within it.
The beast and I had become one..

And in that forest I saw a creature drunk.
We swayed and swayed under the stars.
The fire licked our naked skin.
When the beast asked to drink of me.
Under stars it shall be done..

And in that forest I saw a creature strung.
Between the trees, under the morning sun.
It said to turn its skin to red.
So we beat, and slapped and pinched and clung.
Our palms becoming numb..

And in that forest, dark again, I saw a creature tall.
We drank with us, of citrus mix, kaleidoscopic love.
With minds aflame the beast did split.
Commanding play, it whipped and screamed.
It watched itself, under moon, the greatest come..

And in that forest I saw the creature gazing.
It twirled as the fire turned blue.
We said our skin must become one.
A caress to form a sum.
Cups poured, the creature glistened, pain becoming numb..

And in that forest I saw a creature in the morning sun.
The days of glade had finally come to an end.
The creature grasped itself many times.
But couldn't hold forever.
It split and left, pieces cleft, winter would be done..