an afternoon banquet

the nudes in the forest
kept hiding behind trees.
i saw one rose-colored buck running
and wondered what he sees.
the leaves fell on water
and made the finest sound
like diamonds and pearls which
a friendly huntress had just found.
an overhang of rock
and ferns worthy of fame
inhabited a narrow stream bank:
no two were the same.
a cascading hillside,
a moment in repose:
the pleasure of mixing in nature
as i fondle your nose.
an afternoon banquet
of absorbing each thing
came to a pause when following birds
and i started to sing.