Dark mountains covered in shades
Of green thick velvet a forest unsullied
A glimpse at the precipice as we lie
Under a ten-trunk beech tree sheltering
First from sunrays then from droplets
Of dithering rain. A myriad emerald leafs
Dancing as I gaze through them and you
Above me penetrate, my spirit with blue eyes.
Thunders echoing at a distance threaten
The climax of our rapport in the midst
Of opacity, as air thickens around us,
Fumes of a fable an archaic dream
Of wilderness and us, naked animals within,
Intertwining lightnings with corporeal contortions
Amid rumorous grasshoppers playing cello
I fall asleep, on your chest feeling enveloped
By you, pungent lilac eryngoes, the forest,
The mountains and the all-embracing atmosphere.
We come and leave.
[Featured photo: Beech tree]