through the pines – Prose

Rove beyond the pines standing straight and tall
gather bracken, wood and leaves to make our bed
lay your body on the ground, gaze towards the clouds
as you wait, I shan’t be long to take my place
laying by your side

hands we’ll hold and skin will touch as fingertips
entwine, we’ll watch stars shoot across the sky
capturing glimpses of the crescent moon that peeks and
hides, we shall listen to the night wind as it journey’s
through the trees and breathe the nettles of the pines that
stand so straight and tall

lips will meet with eyes open wide, I’ll stare into
the ocean of your soul, on a bed of bracken, wood
and leaves, as gentle fingers caress my back
quivering at your deft touch, the taste of skin has
quenched me, the moon and stars witness to our love

the night quietly fell away, eyes opened by the
sunrise just beyond the hill, through the pines
that stand straight and tall on the bracken, leaves
and wood; morning in the forest where we made love
the night before, I shall blush asking if you
love me, you answer with a smile, in my bosom
the beat is silent replaced with violins and harps