Eve

I leaned the morning mist
fast fading in the sun,
had climbed the hill,
was tired.
So soft this veil and strong
no fear of falling,
I thrust my hand into the mist
found her  sleep still in her eyes,
hair unkempt to warm her breasts
but not to hide her beauty,
Her mystery was as the mist
I reached for her, she did not move.
Was she flesh or did I dream ?
the air cold as was the mist
but my hands not chilled
as I stroked away her hair,
she smiled consent drew me close,
arms about my shoulders
as mists subside
my passion for her to see.
Dew warming in the sun
moist moss for a bed
my mouth dry, she bade  me drink
I found the source, but dare not,
her smile confirmed I drink;
this another world
warmer than the fading mists,
my thirst soon gone hunger quenched
nectar of the gods was mine,
mists dispersed and noonday sun,
birds ceased to call
the moss sprung back, her form
but now a memory,
can dreams remember such as this?
This not dreaming, this is real,
and so it must.,dream again,
when mists invade share
the glory that is Eve.