Trace
March 4, 2009
Their hands tangled together like matted coloured silk.
The air around them filled with their soft erotic whispers, running softly down the pebbled path’s.
Midnight christening the grounds around them as tiny silver reflections dance across the forest from the stars above.
Two young lovers.
Their lips urgent.
Their hands tracing lines of every inch.
The forest now their lover’s space.
Bodies pushing against one anothers strength.
Stretched across the life of a willow tree.
Their shadows arched and hidden.
Garments falling.
Lips.
Mouths.
Hands.
Caressing deeply.
Sighs and moans falling like rain drops against the hum of midnight.
Lullaby like against their ears.
Only for the two lovers to have.
To share and protect.
© Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe
March 4, 2009 at 10:45 pm
“Midnight christening the grounds around them as tiny silver reflections dance across the forest from the stars above”–so lovely.
“lover’s space”; “pushing against one anothers strength”; “across the life of a willow tree”
Oh forget it–it’s all so dreamy and poetically distinct! Beautiful Charlotte, my love!
March 5, 2009 at 5:00 pm
Nicely written, I’m becoming a fan!
March 10, 2009 at 4:48 am
The image of two lovers intertwining their fingers, arms and legs is particularly symbolic to Nimue and me.