In woods...

Inside dark and thick woods

words took over eyes;

words , nose and hands

but penny is clever

as smell, touch and desire;

                                           invaded every nerve.

This thick labyrinth, where I am lost

is a fake, a fake hard to burst

lost here, trapped in fragile bust

its constant, the longing for real woods,

as sight, smell, touch and desire;

                                                life’s real nerve.

At slow pace through real woods

rubbing against leaves and buds

bare feet on sand and puddles

feeling the air I take and the breeze

as sight, smell, touch and desire;

                                                    life’s very nerve.

Eyes closed, closed against everything around

here inside I perceive, lies woods un-trodden………