The Great Willow Poem by Atticus Mortimer

hands trail down soft naked flesh,
the embrace of loving warmth
a shooting star falling in the night sky above
wind blowing softly through branches of a
willow tree
making it dance a slow waltz
shading the two lovers beneath with its great branches,
Her black hair sprawled on the green grass,
the night around the like a darkened blanket
their bodies entangled under the willow
saying everything to each other,
in silent love