The Green man II

He stretches with elegant sensual strain.
His  rough  skin  so  tough  to the touch,
 runs  over  my soft  finger tips  electric.
 While his majestic   titanic  capillaries;
 Lunge outwards  in  mighty skew arches,
 Then  slip  into  thin  fibers  that stretch
 To gracefully fall, in a leafy  green  train.

Yet in wet soft pockets and in secret places
Soft tenderness will forever remain.

And in those pillars and  such strong limbs
In those fine features  of his  timeless face
 In those  so old  eyes  so wide  and  so wise
There shouts a song,  a  resounding   cheer,
A bellowed yell,  from a  near hidden throng,
 A reflection of  a secret world that’s  here,
 For he is strong  and the world fears his  song.

despite  the   actions  of  greed  soured  humans
whose  decisions  scab  the  world  wrong .

But yet if he  is lost  he  will thus become  a  myth
and thus remain  forever free  from  Human  tyranny .

©  adh  2015