Walk With Me
We will find in the wood,
a matted trail, a natural tamp of summer grass,
a city on the horizon
yet here in the wild, the water glistens
in spring sunlight,
in here we might recall the worn walkway,
lends passage to natural waters,
where in the capricious folly,
we did retrieve my eyes.
Sun dials we will follow the trail,
a hidden bridge is surreal in its hallowed
manner, discreet as a romantic interlude
a watery ravine teases underground,
we will hold hands here,
a kiss, a prolonged memory return.
our bodies meet now, the rail
a posture to allow hands trail
legs, entwined, hungry and alive.
I remember hands sweeping thighs,
reaching me, my lips searching
knowing how alive we suddenly were.
A passerby, another trail,
hands held with emotive arousal,
we were teenagers again in thrill
a desirous couple in summer sweet
a quiet search for discretion in wood.
Walk with me will you please,
that love might lead eyes
intensity is passion in summer’s breeze