Stepped warily to the ground of dust below the tree’s root. Hands grasped as timidly as our steps. We doubted the source that brought us here. We doubted each other. Stop to look over the cliff at the water below the climbing trees. Like a couple in love, you whispered in my ear, held me by my hips. I thought I would think myself such an antic in the weeks before me. I took in your voice, I ran the course of your false song. Nothing could happen, it was all a lie, easing the time for us both. With each fictitious kiss to my ear and every deceiving touch, we stepped further, deeper into the woods. We stopped to watch the vibrations of our skin, and our substance was made naked again.
