Is It Poetry
Behind The Green Bush Where I Wait - Poem by Is It Poetry
I see her face behind thè green bush
her teeth are white she is smiling.
Humid it's hot I am sweating.
These are the trees here
moss hangs like a beard over head
the limbs are thick and gnarly.
Some are short and some are long
arms open wide won't fit around it.
In the shade here where I wait
where we keep our hidden secrets.
Over the bank our feet hang
the water is cool and fast moving.
Seeking relief our lips meet in the middle.
Knowing that soon we must leave.
Today we have come
tomorrow must wait tonight is to long
it is late.
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