In a Sheltered Woods

Coiled
in a black pool of wetness,
silent and safe
between starlight and city lights;
entwined
amidst ancient oaks
whose gnarled limbs cling
to the parched waves of soft weeds
where tentative
little birds have tiny beaks
open in greed for new taste
sensations;
space and time beckon,
then recede.

Jaris