Fauna

By Therese Haberman

Soft forest moss springs back

Under bare toe treads

Cool dampness blends

Amidst rich herbal aromas

Forming a mystical aura

Alive with cackling sound, muted motion

Dashing creatures cling to deep pine shadows 

Fidgety wrens flitter and swoop In primordial patterns

Time passes in the flash of fading embers

Fire dances on a slow burn of memories

Heat from your eyes spikes through me

Sending a lightning surge of rock-hard craving

Into the corners of my willing essence 

Seems like only yesterday

Enfolded in sweetness of summer dew

You took me in the deer’s garden

Planting tiny green tendrils of passion

Ripe for your soft mouth nurturing

Ready for a rapturous climb of tempting touches

Deep into the woods of our souls 

Opening to the beauty of the late-day forest sky

Distant sounds scatter like a handful of thrown pebbles

Swaying sun sprites tease with glimpses of bare skin

As our private heat builds in long, tender waves

Rising up from our sated bodies in earthbound mist

To evaporate in shining sparkles

On the edge of a fresh breeze  

 ~ And the doe of desire drifts back into her den of dreams ~ pix courtesy of Katarina 2353 at flickr.com