Drunk in Your Forest

Having drunk deeply

of your heady musk

I lay intoxicated in your forest

With the boughs of your being

encircling my existence

I watch the sunlight flickering

across my eyelids

as the leaves of your soul

dance

on the breeze of your breathing

Slipping under the spell of sleep’s seduction

I feel drops of your dew

gently

drip

from my warm

soft

petals

-elizabeth weber