on dead leaves


i sleep atop living and dead leaves
shadowed by sensual trees whose leaves
play upon my sun bathed skin

untold stories whisper through fallen leaves
they descend onto my engorged breasts
infant food from the mother goddess

dead leaves shift and crunch beneath my dreams
my naked body moves in REM
remembering notes and rhythms

the shadows tell secrets of hiding places
far from the world of yesterdays
from from the sun of now

© zaji, 2016

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