Into the woods

Once upon a time

there was a boy

He looked into the woods

 For love and peace

The blue trees and the river wind swirled around him

The orange anthills at twilight and the bird songs in the morning

Made him gasp for love at afternoons

The full moon at two at night remembered him

of the consuming lights at his home

He thought about his mother, who used to feed him

after meeting several men

He thought about the girl who quenched her thirst

lying on his top with arms wide open

She flew on him into the blue and her dreams every Saturday

His footsteps on the dried leaves created a hullabaloo

when he searched for food amidst the commotion of the woods

The sweat on his neck and forehead

and the smell from the dampness of his underarms

aroused him

He longed for a fond embrace under a tree

Which spread out its tentacles deep into his mind on hot afternoons

The blue moon waited for him

Peace came to him at six in the evening

for some moments.