Anatomy of kiss

The calling of a heron, the bleating of a deer, the singing of water, the touch of clay, clay in the mouth. Thirst. It takes me a long time to get to you. Many times I walk through the forest and touch the dirt with my bare feet. I can hear your muscles moving but you're not here. I see you. I feel the kiss and the taste of forest colours and scents as thin as the sounds from everywhere. Surrounded by a kiss, resting on the ground.