deep black, dark, past dusk
the moon high
in the cloud cloaked sky
misty drops of water hung thickly
veiling, cool, and crisp
throughout the night air
we were sheltered
'neath broad green needles
- glistening needles,
with a dew-dropped sheen
reflecting nearby house-lights -
shrouding our retreat
our bodies hidden
in the open
encased in the warmth
whirling, whispering of fiery water
I watched amoungst the steam,
the swirls dancing through
the droplets on our bodies twinkled
I admired the branch
suspended in our midst
beckoning for me to join it
lush, fresh, free
I grabbed the needles calling me
I entered their indulgence
in that instance I abode my dread
that moment, I set free
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