Black Lace & Bluebells
BLACK LACE AND BLUEBELLS
The lilt of floral summer
found me waiting
against a woodland tree,
in the early evening sun,
accompanied by birdsong,
recalling you.
Idling on grass
sprinkled with bluebells
and fairies' laughter,
you kiss the wine from my lips
and tug a blossom from my hair,
releasing me to fly.
We are the only two who exist
in this slice of the world.
Separated only by black lace
and animal heat,
which is no separation at all.
Pulling bits of earth loose
we mask the musk of our rut
with loam,
fecund and sweet,
just as you are.
A gamble for ecstasy
in a nameless game
older than the trees
which shade us,
we both shiver in an autumnal moment,
the silvering of this instant
the winning stroke.
You hold me as a I clasp you,
watching me with those magical eyes,
silencing my climax
with cloud-soft kisses
that steal my essence
in exchange for bliss.
Our wild, woodland moment
will live inside of me
as long as bluebells
dance across meadows.
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Shared with those summertime lovers over at DVerse poets.
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©2009 Christopher Reilley
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ReplyDeleteWell I'm not sure you've taken us on a walk? Seems we're in this very romantic spot though - and there is wonderful imagery and whew! Quite romantic. I'll take it as we were on a lover's walk and stopped in this marvelous field of bluebells.
ReplyDeleteThat was a steamy walk... and yes I can imagine that such a wild moment will connect with the bluebells. Later it life you would probably find it too uncomfortable, there is an essence of youth in such lust.
ReplyDeleteSteamy stuff, Chris! Not so much a walk as a tumble in a meadow. I have a special place in my heart for bluebells and bluebell woods.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully rendered! ❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteQuite a steam scene!
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