SACRED SERENADE - by jrqc - poetic prose

(watercolor by jrqc)

I hear the in the distance the summoning chant,

the striking of the drum, powerful and mighty,

I sense your warmth, as if the flame of your passion licked my flesh,

as if the sweat of the temple of your body once more bathed me,

your voice in unison to the priests,

protected by trees standing tall, and the golden fire of old.

I see you crowned, I see your majestic beauty draped in white, shield and sword in hand,

I see the depths of your eyes and I let you come into the corners of my heart and mind,

and I know you will stay, and dwell, and linger,

nothing more but feasts, battle and victory for us both.

The chants filtered in waves through the branches and twigs, 

that even they shake in marvel,

the wind soft and whimless, caress the goldens of your hair,

your mouth smirks in pleasure,

I kiss you, and I merged with you in one flesh,

and a spring of love and flowers burst within us,

and to the forest we belong,

and to the stars we sing,

and to the moon we howl,

and to us both we chain our hearts.