We hid, sheltered in green, the welter of boles, knobs, boughs that grew to ground our hollow bower; clambered limb to limb, lithe and nimble, limber, scrambling; shinned high, gripped broad branches with our knees, and dangled upside- down, hands clasped tight and swinging, heads a- spin; tangled tongues beneath the leafy canopy; fumbled tingled; watched the tie-dyed slide of violet night as Venus swelled; and laughed until we fell.