She wondered how the forest
would taste
in her mouth,
what parts of it would dissolve
first- the roots, leaves, or soil?
How mud would feel slathered to
every curvature of her body,
how she would feel with a
forest growing inside her.
Does the consumption
of forest
make you wild or
dirty?
are they mutually exclusive or
conditional?
She read somewhere that
cravings signal
nutritional deficiency,
perhaps she is
deficient in
forest.
maybe everyone craves
forest once in a while,
and every soft,
sheltered
human boy
needs
consumption of
dirty.
so she bends to
the forest ground,
smells its wild aroma,
stretches out her tongue
to lick the rich soil,
feels it dissolve
in her mouth
like candy
and smiles.
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Sonder Stories 
I’ve just returned from a long walk in the forest and your words leave me wanting more wild…
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I wrote the poem while walking in the woods! Nature really has a magical draw 🙂
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…it’s so inspiring and stokes the imagination! There are days when I know that a walk in the woods is just what I need – thank you for sharing your walk with us!
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Yes, I agree- simple walks in nature can do wonders for the soul! Glad you liked the poem. Thank you for your kind words! 🙂
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My pleasure!
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Woahh, I love this!
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Haha thanks Surhan!
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