Behind The Green Bush Where I Wait

I see her face behind thè green bush her teeth are white she is smiling. Humid it's hot I am sweating. These are the trees here moss hangs like a beard over head the limbs are thick and gnarly. Some are short and some are long arms open wide won't fit around it. In the shade here where I wait where we keep our hidden secrets. Over the bank our feet hang the water is cool and fast moving. Seeking relief our lips meet in the middle. Knowing that soon we must leave. Today we have come tomorrow must wait tonight is to long it is late.