Forbidden fruit.

A position she placed at 

The edges of scale.

Long before the meaning 

Unraveled in its delicate way.

Spoken not in forth with fingers crossed, 

Rather a trembling sail

Which knew the wind would take him to her.

 

Moons in a circle, 

a man left his post.

Weary to his stance in guard

Passages now left to none. 

For his years had risen to dust,

He trailed slow from the line drawn in sand.

He had never considered crossing this boundary,

A life’s work held in oath,

Yet the road had split in two.

 

Limber visitor,

Astray from her forest thrown,

She sent an air from a voice not heard

And the tree fingers threaded his coat,

Sure to unveil their reasoning.

Frozen break in rhythm - 

He watched as sand faded under foliage.

Gone to a sudden mortal fate,

The village he stood by all this time,

Now a memory scarcely fathomed.

Nothing but a voice echoed

Though the walls he once knew as a boy.

With the sound came the color of his eyes,

A resonant hue composed of settling seas.

 

Preceding vast doors of logical conclusion, 

Bare feet set forward in lieu of question.

Time's knees bore creaks and moans 

As the sun took cover behind fruitful shade.

Over the path vagrant butterflies flaunted

Only they were the ballet to a symphony unwritten.

And yet the butterflies were naive, 

Now her call was a thunder high, 

Bellowing from the dark forest throat -

Silence.

 

An orgasmic shrill quickly muted.

Before eyes opened from a last blink

She was there, 

In the whitest light stampede,

A hole blown through Mother's shade of hair.

The great reign of here, 

Brilliant nameless flower,

Holding a universe that grew as one.

It's roots bled gold in her wishes

As volcanic veins carved red rivers 

Through mountain skin.

 

Finally he was before her,

And she spoke to him in no words -

In wind, in Goddess tongue. 

He knelt along side,

Curled to her hips as a servant.

While graciously virgin before her 

His pupils disappeared, 

For tears bathed his cheeks as dew

Falling from her hands. 

Purest pedals, she lifted his chin, 

Touched her lips as deafening harp strings

And seized his soul to her own.

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