Forest

His shadow won't leave me

it trots like a wild pony
throughout the landscape
of my heart,

leaving no pebble unnamed
no trail lacking hoof-prints

I've been recklessly invaded
by all the peculiarity of love
minus it's ardor

he'd rather trample
all these budding daffodils
then strengthen
what's still underground

Yet I've gone and built him
a stable
where he can play