like a banshee I'll come screeching
wind my
branches around you
bite your shoulder
suck in your scent with my saliva
taste your soul
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play your tree-song for me
dance on goat-feet
the melodious pipes intoxicate me
your look invites me
to join in the raw swirl of shapes
trains of sensual energy
you lead from temple to forest
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I smell the colors with you
intense into my retinas
transfixed as you are
by the flow of reflecting light
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I heard the Wind play