wrung in the wood again



love in the woods. Companion verse of wrung in the wood

curved and stretched
tiny sinews rub

opposite prayer
hands open
to the sky
catching drops
tiny droplets
water dropping
a blessing

too small for
such abundance
river running
ruining modesty.
run. You chase me.

arms pumping
water moving
liquid bodies
pool in glade
pulling off me
moon pools burst
you fountain
on me.

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