Rendezvous
the moths gather
fluttering in the shards of my beacon
toes curl
into night cold moss
unfurling as snails
tortoiseshell in the full moon
slide over me
i lay down drinking in the stars
playing shadow puppets in the lamplight
distant murmurings of bats and hares
my ears alive to the minuscule
slowly
i hear your approach
chalk white skin reflected
shivering now with expectation.
KD 22/7/13
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The image is from a painting by Andrew Wyeth.
Love how you brought in all the nature! Moss really grabbed me!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful piece. And how I love forbidden love!!
ReplyDeleteDeliciously organic. Yum!
ReplyDeletevery tactile and delightful!
ReplyDeleteYour words breathe life to the scene. I especially love the toes curling into moss.
ReplyDeleteThe shards of my beacon...oh that's nice...
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ReplyDeletehello :)
This is rich and wholeheartedly splendid.
Bravo!
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This is rather lovely - makes me feel all warm and nice. Lovely write!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Toes curled in moss is nice.
ReplyDeleteMethinks you and the rest of the girls are having way too much fun with this one! (LOL?)
ReplyDeleteI knew he was there for a reason , what is her name ?
ReplyDeleteThis is so vivid and sensual loved!
ReplyDeleteHello.....:-)
ReplyDeleteYou have brought nature to life with beautifu imagery Kay...a lovely write for sure! :-)