Falling

Falling

As evening approaches
the sunlit valley's Dance,
with Autumn's fair hair and
her face splashed with scarlet
- those leaves of rose - the colors
rouge riotous that adds a deepening,
hot blush to her cheeks, a sudden
hot thrush announces her time has
finally come, peaked with adulation's
eye cast upon her countenance as her
limbs reach up to the autumnal clasp and
upon releasing it, the crimson necklace
falls to the woodland's floor abiding,
a-fluttering downwards beyond her arm
and hand outreaching ...the warmth
of sunshine falling upon her innocent
breast now bared before him, his bright
yellow sylvan plumage hiding well-muscled
limbs and a powerful trunk prevailing
as now he takes her gladly in his arms
as the Equinox Dance begins afresh,
the breezes rising through their leaves
shimmering ... and as we fell together
our limbs interlocked, embracing in
a sylvan sanctuary, alongside a rock wall
we fell upon softly, our trunks torrid together -
so tightly knit, as we wear nothing of
cloth except our crowns still so bright,
our roots below aching for release as the
the soft wind whispered its beautiful peace ...

As the soft September breezes parted such
beautiful peace ...

We two together both alighted and partly upright
as I kiss your cherished places too sweet to miss,
your gentle hand guiding, your sweet nails trailing,
- so gently abiding - for in the Light left remaining,
I answer your every outreaching muscle straining,
and to your now-open sex ... I lovingly sing of thee ...