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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.
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.
Published 31st May 2021
Author's Note
Sometimes satisfying immediate desires has a long term cost.
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31st May 2021 4:25am
Verse of sylvan sex. Picture (suggesting much 'tussle and rustle' among the leaves) drew me into the poem, also reminding me of scenes in Lady Chatterley's Lover (about which this might have been about, but taking the tale onto a few years later when an older Mellors reflects on the fallout not only on the relationship but the Chatterley estate).
