I spotted him in the woods from behind
He was completely naked,
Seated in the lotus position.
I quietly walked around him and observed:
Lean and muscular with dark hair,
Neatly trimmed in all the right places.
The fragrance of the firs intoxicated me,
So I shed my clothes and sat with him on the mossy rock—
He never even squinted his eyes.
I’m sure in some deep chasm of his mind
He detected my presence.
Still, he didn’t make a move.
In that high place, there is no sound or motion:
No birds, no breeze, just silence.
I expected a momentary dalliance
But we remained for hours—
I couldn’t believe his endurance.
My legs began to ache, and I periodically fidgeted
As bugs from the moss crawled through my crack.
Somehow, he was blissfully unaffected.
I drifted in and out of a series of trances:
Long stretches of calm followed by rapid elation.
The air was cool, so I never sweated.
It felt so good to be primal and free.
Daylight barely penetrated the canopy,
But as night slowly enveloped the trees,
He finally awakened, nodding to me with a gentle smile.
We slipped on our clothes in tandem,
Then stepped away in different directions.
We never saw each other again.