The doves sitting together, breasts beating in sync,
the crickets clicking under a brilliant moon,
the slip of a frog’s tongue snapping an insect
from midair flight, to share with her newborns.
The harmony of the wind and the wolves call,
these things a witness to life.
She hides in the shadows of the forest,
her silky skin glistens radiantly, under the glow
of the milky way, translucent beauty, red tender
lips mourn the night, her tears falling to the wet
leaves of the forest floor. She waits for her love,
she lost so long, long ago.
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