I dreamed of the forest last night
and you and I in a clearing,
lit by the light of a silver moon, did
live and love and laugh our lives away
sleeping under boughs that saw
the march of Roman soldiers
we lay upon a thick bed of leaves
with green gray moss for pillows
softer than the finest eiderdown
and cried out into the sky
our passion as we made love
first soft and gentle, then
fierce and wild like natures storm
breaking o'er us, till both were spent
and curled around the other, momentarily
sated but still needing the others touch
and does this dream tell of pleasures to come
I pray it does and that I get to hold
my sweet lady fair in wild passions embrace
and raise our voices to the skies under a silver moon
with old and stately trees forming our cathedral


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 11:56 PM