"Deep down in the wood,
where the sun changes moods,
where bugs creep down necks,
entering worlds through spider-webs,
where everything counts,
every detail amounts,
to a puzzle of such grace,
each piece in its place,
where breath and air,
are not to dispair,
where lashes and lips,
linger on hips,
sensuality strangles your prey,
by night as much as by day,
let your guards fall down,
let yourself drown,
blood rushing so fast,
stop feeling aghast
leave from where you are
this place so very far."
