Us in the Wet Woods

We laughed together in pet pussy fits
perfect curling high five fingerprint
crescents your smooth ass
folded hint of russet fiction

flickering in the golden gates of his majesty -
that setting sun
him the father rising, and falling

pine bough guardians
old sentries overseeing the
forest temples
where mystery on belly crawls
on cat legs
growling like hungry white water

we came together tigers under
shooting stars
wandering old homes in old growth stories
wet fern canyon walls where you kneeled
priestess of the forbidden ways
to swallow me
follow me where I go
and everywhere we go, together.

TA