running through the streets,

the woods are a concrete jungle in disguise,

except it's the other way around.

the hot summer air is cool at four in the morning.

my body is still buzzing from last nights love making.

the road beneath my feet

seperates me from the dirt underneath

and I cant help but think, how your skin vibrated 

like the beat of a drum 

against my fingertips last night,

how your body is my world --

that sexy hair on your arms are the woods

and the flesh underneath is my earth