And morning glory is licked with Beltane’s dew
Earth and Oak savor the Sun in early day
As nymphs in Sacred Groves dance and play
He follows her giving chase, she laughs, darts away
Green eyes follow fair skin as she promenades
Under mistletoe the lovers greet
Mortal desire pangs as their eyes meet
Lips meld and passion flames
Two hearts unite with need untamed
Honey drips as the pestle churns
On the forest floor a bed of ferns
Magical eyes watch him sleep
As a soft kiss graces his slumbering cheek
Leaving him there in cool morning breeze
She frolics and disappears into the trees
-Michael S. Wigington
Love this!!!
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