Escapade

Ever so slightly, sweet
Ever so gently, lure
In crimson red
Passion’s tender hue
I bathe,
Basking,
Dipping ,
Ever so slightly, sweet
Ever so gently, dear…

The breeze sighs a dove’s coo
The leaves, rustling-
A gentle tambourine, humming
Through waving blades of grass
As birds meet bees
Here, betwixt the sprawling fields

I lift my head to scout the horizon
And scan the stretching green beneath our lair-
All peace
All silent
Only the bats urge on:
The grass may wave again…

Ever so slightly, dear
I lift her apple shaped trunk
Capped firmly in yearning palms-
The lings nestle in their nest above.

© 2008