Jungle Tropics


If I were there

timorous would encircle to describe me

with flutter-crawl of insect wings.

Milk-white skin best left to curdle

would be my hurdle in sweltering rays.

Foliage whisper would impinge

on my dreams with rumours wild.

Somersaults turned in haste to tinge my conscience.


I cannot understand

this rainforest calling in me:

relentless beat of fevered blood

faraway wonder

perfection untouched.


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