w. darling

Let’s be children,
my love,
and stare up at trees,
because we know them.
Let’s explore our bodies
curiously
and wildly fling ourselves
at carnality.
Let’s abandon each other
on whims,
only to cry
once the other is out of sight.
Let’s make the search a game,
to find each other again,
and set things right,
and feel our hot breath
breathing through each other,
after running for centuries
in the mud.
Let’s laugh uproariously
and ignore the Fates
and beat our hearts
though all else is
silent and
still.
Let’s awaken the woods,
love,
let’s find the fairies and
make them our playmates!
Let’s kiss all the nymphs and
dryads,
and watch them blush,
and kiss them harder!
Let’s jump off neon ledges,
let’s swing from them,
and dance until we fall
hilarious
and plush,
rosy-cheeked,
and without
other moments
clogging up
this
one.