Dark And Deep Poem by James McLain

Dark and deep the woods are pink they keep my secrets safe.
Beneath the loamy soil,
the leaves have filled a void, my one good eye that sees you it now glows.
Above my face from back to front hangs moss that hides the moon.
A moon that's round and bright a moon that's always filled.
Below the cave where people come to hide their dead and then confess.
Around you I once was the trees are tall, I hear a voice that says.
The length, the girth, one root runs deep they watch it as it swells,
it speaks of whispered depths.
Damp moist air rests in between the bark the howling wind that can be felt.
Green round mouths that suck with teeth that cut are filled with flesh that's ripe.
Bush's hide green leaves that grow on skinny twigs, turned brown.
A spell is written by such words that touch a beating heart, that's filled with blood.
Twin lips made full when speaking words from you, I heard confessed.
After dark the woods are filled with shallow graves dug up.
Dug up by lovers one that was the other never felt, until you came.
Robert said the woods are lovely when they're over grown and dark and deep.
All who enter walk outside two boulders that are tightly by one squeezed.
Out it comes it gushes out in torrents and in streams the human race.