Swarms of eager clouds shade into wafers of smoke on that August night
Grey into blue and blue into black, I should be shivering at the sight
It’s early morning and my veins are buzzing; bees upon a honeysuckle
I feel the poison coursing through my blood as nectar releases my shackle
Mourning mourning a tide of grief dispersed into the burgeoning heat
I try to reason with my senses but the gravel crunches under our deceit
He’s a soul one hundred miles away, a privation of physical being
His laughter is infectious, his arm entangles mine and instantly I seem to yearn
Not for night or even day, my delirious mind sends me whirling on a path
I must not explore in case of whispers, the firs around ensnare me in their wrath
We’re terrified of the dark behind us. Secretly I am delighted at our false entrance
I can grasp his tangling arm in perceived horror and not in romance
Our skin burns as it touches, I can feel the air hold still in my lungs and freeze
Just for a moment as the long grass bows to the warm summer breeze
Skin tingling and eyes fluttering, smile curling and lust embracing
Inhibited by none but the – Caress of his lips sends my heart racing
Beneath crystalline stars and a canopy of Gods I stand in defiance
Shedding the monotony in a single
Kiss – a secret murmur to my lips of passion as strong as rage
His hands tear my dress and we run
As if love were the fabric of the world
Sapping the last of December’s sorrow from the breast
Into our cocoon of ecstasy and conspicuous lack of
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