Undiscovered Places

They like the trails

Veering off the map
to explore
the undiscovered terrain

they come across
a winding river

A connection formed
in the need to undress
and submerge themselves
in the depths of the option

Her tight tee
revealing the heft
springs from the clutches
of the confinement

Though deeply familiar
with the contours,
nothing quite compares
to the visual of such freedom

But when the pants come off,
he can do nothing but mirror
the compulsions to engage
in a shedding of the unnecessary

The lull of the river
and the scent of Pine
under the cloak of forest

Wading to the knee,
they collide in the currant,
guided by it's tranquil baptism
cupping the gift of it's force
and applying it,
respectively

the landscape of their flesh
calm and beaded
in the beauty
of a hideaway

they have no choice
but to be carried by
what is natural