Lovers moan in quietened epitaphs of juicy, co-mingled forbidden fruits
Strewn paths lay languidly amongst the trees of forests deep and heady
Overhead blooms the scorching flower, new shame alighted under glare
Elixirs are proffered, sucked, sunken, drank, drunk, dranken and gone
Pity the blood, rife with living’s discontent, tightly pulsing under veil
Dreaming moribund and facile imaginings, not daring to compose now
The dear one in mind’s eye, the sweet one that with tenderness does sigh
Dipping into swirling rhythms of wet emotion, stroking, swimming away
Caressing shorelines, pulling in, pulling up, rescuing small snatched sanity
Every tree branch at once trembles as mine lord enters amongst the bush
See the stag, mighty of horn, fast and swift, brown eyed and regal there?
With patent patient longing bellows, breaks he through the mist and gone
Leaving enchanted huntress dazed, hand still on the quiver, bow taut indeed
Arrow unleashed, unreleased, so not really living, it equally does not die
Oh, .. trying to delve a little deeper into the pond where I have been forbidden, time and time again, to swim.