Two trees in Autumn fall in Love |
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 ... |