Supper In The Forest


Supper In The Forest


Sweet smell of autumn, intoxicating
Under canopies of half naked branches
Pinecones litter the ground, soaking
Pineing for the honour of company
Embracing the love of nature
Reading poetry, gives homage to a tree

Incense fuming, around a fire burning
Nestled and wrapped in wooly blankets

Tiny bits and bites to feast
Happy and sad, drowning in wine
Entwined, in a silent moment leading

First a kiss that trails to many
Orally expressing desires and fantasies
Releasing inhibitions that knot
Eating the fruit of passion with want
Supper in the forest
Together, dreams flourish


Antonyx