In the woods

In this woods
Where will we search our clothes?

We are just naked.
Trying to recollect our insane love.

Now we are standing under a wild apple tree.
We kissed laying under this shade.

Look at that den.
Inside that we started pressing each other.

You forgot those yellow grasslands,
Where you recited a nursery poem,
While I was running my fingers down your naval.

After grasslands...
It was nothing but you and me.

I remmember your blue bra.
But forgot where you dropped it.

You may remmember my black jeans.
I know you forgot where you unzipped it.

We are just smiling.
We are just naked.
Twilight rays illuminates our souls.
We are watching the river.

And now we hear the song of the river.
"Their clothes reached the sea.
Their souls reached the sky"

Author's Note

Just tried