Photo byvalaokole
In the style of Joe Brainard's memoir;
I remember meeting you for the first time. I remember looking at you as if we were bosom buddies of old. I remember your secret invitation. I remember you welcomed me in, no reservations. I remember being barefoot on your castle. I remember the smoothness of your touch. I remember the intoxicating smells or your reign. I remember the sounds of your serfs and servants. I remember the sweet surrender, under my childish feet. I remember your patience was as long as you are old.
My own forest realm.
I remember meeting you for the first time. I remember looking at you as if we were bosom buddies of old. I remember your secret invitation. I remember you welcomed me in, no reservations. I remember being barefoot on your castle. I remember the smoothness of your touch. I remember the intoxicating smells or your reign. I remember the sounds of your serfs and servants. I remember the sweet surrender, under my childish feet. I remember your patience was as long as you are old.
My own forest realm.
This is really beautiful and peaceful.
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