Dryad
green
limbs
were
not
a
problem
her
conversation
voiceless,
flowed like wind in the trees
her
body, smooth and warm, hard but yielding, drew him in
come
spring her belly grew, skin shone
her
emerald lips
parted,
seeds
came,
one
by
one
he
lets
the
yard go
growing
up so fast
he
sees her everywhere he looks
ranks
of her standing tall and strong in the bloom of youth
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