Learning Her Ways

In learning her ways, I should have taken more time….  

Her feet rustled through golden autumn leaves  
in a serine and leisurely pace.  
But, her mind sparked with silvery light.  
Her eyes gazed into the trees' baring canopies.  
Then, she laughed  
before looking to me  
for our first kiss.  
 
Now, in woods alone, I can no longer learn her ways.  
I walk with an upward glance at winter's skeleton treetops,  
remembering the rhythmic  
swishing of golden leaves that formed  
a mattress under her flexing frame.  
I frantically tried to capture  
her darting eyes, but they  
looked beyond my pressing animal desires  
toward towering oaks releasing their leaves.  
The gentle tapping of foliage pricked our ears,  
but still I raced unthinking toward my desire.  
 
She cried softly.  
I looked with compassion into her reddening eyes,  
trying to soothe her fears, but then she saw in my face  
that euphoric moment when  
I took more from her than she'd meant to give.