do you hear me calling

do you hear me calling...here behind the trees.
deep in the woods.
i am calling you. sneak with me,
hand and hand
here ..shall we bond....
on the bank of the forbidden pond

i am calling you
not far from the bird's morning song
sharing laughter as the day grows long.
ever so patiently, both lingering for that kiss
in hope that the formation… given is true bliss

with the sunshine filtering through trees of green
providing the pretext of my mind's mean
butterfly patterns
as if the flirtations from the wings
hypnotic the trance ..they bring.

bonding...
as in true with nature
we lay so naked in a sodden pasture
with nudity
and passion...
the moon beams have moved with transgression
having forced in us ...a sweetness
known to all as satisfaction.

pay homage to the signs that move the beams
look behind ever tree
you will never believe
the wisdom...one could receive.