Out of the heap and stumble.

Out of the heap and stubble.

As I walked into the woods with the branches crackling under my feet, I reached down into the heap of rubble and stubble and pulled you from the ground. There is no one else to be found. You're bare-naked; your skin is like a flower that has not bloomed. But you've got smooth skin and ruby-red lips. It waits for a summers rain, and I can smell the scent of apple blossoms in the breeze as you are freed. How can this be? You were never meant for men to see. I can feel your warmth and love from above. Then I looked and saw a morning dove. You came from above, then you opened, and not a word was spoken, and I got my token.