To slumber on a bed of moss

hands buried in the soil

hair entwined with sparrow nests

and clavicles warmed by squirrels

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To awaken with tiny mushrooms

sprouting all around

skin dotted by fairies' kisses

skin damp from dewy ground

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I want the sun to rouse me

the moon lull me into sleep

fingers gnarled from caressing earth

and hair wild as creeping trees

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Give me eyes alive with lightning

And wrinkles from joyous days

tongue aflame with stories to tell

that live on and forever stay​