A woman muses with a tilted head and curious amusement, whilst running her hands across the curves of his masculinity, adoringly, wrapping herself in his strength, his heat, the comfort.
The wolves howled and the owls toowooted as the fairies twirled and jigged in the womb of night….
Does she roam every day, with her beautiful sorrow her only companion, on that simple piece of earth wherein his bones rest?
...the flowers tell me how sweet life can be when you open your heart and stand in the light…
Raise the blinds and behold the beauty
Of the nature spirits in trees
And all the charms this rainforest breathes
Intrinsically, in and out of me.
Winter is a time when darkness extends her cloak to eclipse the dawn and dusk with her chilly breath. A time when the flowers withdraw and the animals hibernate
I wonder would my heart be found if I cast it out beyond the farthest flowers of the mountaintop, would it fly far and land in a place unknown; never again to trouble me, would I be free?
Oh the secrets! The things one could reveal to set ablaze the ravenous minds of the obviously bored… Those mysteries! Those sordid, raw details of the life of this woman’s untamed body.
Stealing time without resistance, under clouds that shelter us from sun
Sensitivities gain shelter also from the spectres of the past…
Toadstools for tables with singing and fables. Or maybe a kiss from a charming young prince…
And I realise how foolish I must look, to be standing here asking the air for this wish.
Asking your light for one last kiss.
She assured herself momentarily that these were merely the phantoms of dreams. That she would before long awake in the comfort of bed with no harm done.