Elusive Enigma

She is standing in the rays of sun as they filter through the stirring canopy of trees.

Secretive smile, both calming and reaffirming of how little in this world I truly understand.

An enigma and obscure mystery, a cliff that I long to launch into the abyss from.

Breathing forest, the sigh and sway of the trees to the wind’s path, pneuma of the sun.

Glinting of the clapping leaves give an ethereal sparkling haze to this landscape.

It’s sacred call of resilience, of death and rebirth, of the balancing fulcrum.

Legs like stumps rooted to the ground, now conscious to their stasis.

Caught like a doe in the glade, all senses attuned, hiding in the stillness.

Gold flecks off the downy hairs, as her hand extends toward me.

The silhouette of a question lingers in the air, do I dare to answer?

Awareness hits and slumber’s veil is lifted from my vision, she disappears.

Lids slam shut, an attempt to find her again, dreamy webs tickle my periphery.

Someday I will hold that hand, led through the watery aisle of a river.

Baptized upon iridescent coins of slate, secreted treasure of the Fae.

Distance melts as my legs propel me forward, lips so close I feel her exhale across them.

Beguiled to heady fragrance and allured to those depths of blue.

Longing to answer her invitation, warm tongue slid upon bowed upper lip.

Tithing of the hourglass stills and expands, slowing to the current of our channel.

Thighs pressing inward offers small comfort to the slow burn.

Entranced with ponderings on the sensation of smooth skin against mine.

Fermentation and blending to intricate bouquet, in our autumnal years we will taste.

Ebbing sun on a covered porch, touching glass to a turning of the tide.