Druidic Desire
Deep in the hush of ancient oak and pine,
Where moonlight weaves through needle–strewn floor,
Two bodies press beneath the boughs’ soft line,
In secret worship at the forest’s core.
Did the tall sentinels lean close that night,
Bending their branches to catch every breath?Did the wind hush its song in reverent flight—Witness to the pulse that tangled life and death?
Fingers traced runes on moss–soft skin,
Awakening currents older than time.Every stolen kiss—wild, deep, and sin—Spoke in a language more primal than rhyme.
In the grove where shadow and starlight blend,
Their hearts beat drums of yearning and heat.Each gasp became an aria to sendRipples of longing through root and peat.
Tell me once more of that fateful eve:How your limbs found strength in that green cathedral,
How the forest sighed as you dared believeLove could bloom where night was most lethal.
Entwined like vines around an ancient stone,
They rode the rhythm of whispered leaves.In every arch of spine, a world was known,A truth too fierce for daylight’s deceits.
Did you feel the sap rise in hidden veins,
As star–kissed air burned its promise deep?Did the chorus of crickets, in gentle refrains,
Write your names into their nightly keep?
At dawn’s pale edge they slipped away,
Leaves pressed flat by ardor’s embrace.Yet in their bones remains the swayOf that woodland trance none can erase.
Now each spring breathes new green above,
Yet memory roots them where passion grew.A scandalous night of hidden loveLives on in the glade, forever true.