Saturday afternoon voices
linger on the air
and we have some time
between waves
evening turns down
the moon and night hesitates
in the walls reverberating
raining down drenching us
where we fell on a hidden path
hold on to me and
hold your breath
you whispered as we lay entwined
on the forest floor we forgot
to look where we were
walking and tripped
over the same stone
(c) 2019, Hannah Six
Image: Henri Rousseau. Tropical Forest with Monkeys
(1910). Oil on canvas. Via Wikimedia Commons.
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