The Woodlands

No Boundaries

We ran, breathless to the forests'
full shadowed beauty.
Reached trancelike lips toward lips
no trace of breath to break the magic.
Pungent crackling leaves encircled
lingering little limbs discovered
heartbeats soaring towards each other.

There beneath tall timber
we melted, merged, meandered
with no particular destination
and treetops brushed our hair.

When I was growing up, I wanted
to marry the trees.
but I forgot how.


-Judith Pordon