Dripping and naked
      Stepping from the stream
Running through meadow
      Into fields of trees

Sunning leafy hair
      Flower petals wet
Clinging to her skin
      Gaia’s perfumed scents

Running for her joy
      Running in freeness
Watching her beauty
      Praying for his chance

Running nails through hair
      Voicing as a dove
Stretching her lithe arms
      To the warmth above

Calling, I have come
      Voicing as a God
Shining hair and skin
      Burning eyes and lips

Running not for joy
      Running for freedom
Running not for love
      Running for passion

Bounding, hounds at heels
      Slobbering at the wind
Aching, her chest pained
      Soreness in her legs

Clinging leaves in hair
      Petals on her skin
Leaping over streams
      Tears of fear flowing

Wrapping arms of warmth
      Hot breath through parted lips
Flowing into soil
      Voicing as a tree