We might ask the reason for discretion in the city
a patch of wood, a beautiful day, lovely woman
one we imagine would be a treasure to behold
not a trophy in the callous sense, simple elegance.
She can steal the heart of a man with a glance
eyes shower passion upon a man’s sense of will,
in the moment, such wondrous beauty beheld
a gathered mystique in time wandering wild.
One may well include in their silent rendezvous
hers would be the Grace of secluded fantasy,
his turned quickly toward a reality of idyllic
happiness, the draw, her being, sweet remedy.
In trail a wilderness exists to shelter sensuality
while city buzz carry this quiet cathartic irony.