Belonging

You know what I’ve been doing, lately, domme?

Smelling the scents of bushes and trees

While I’m walking. You smell of flowers scent

And pine leaves. The Earth she speaks

‘Tween fish in creek, and birds that map

The world in fin and wing. In nature’s

Shapes, you pursue me, my hunter

A chase, to which I belong. You linger

On, the scents that adorn the path I’m on.