The light fell in patterns

The light fell in patterns on your skin,
dancing on you, delighting in you,
in your sanctuary of a tree guarded grove
where I found you, too.

The soles of your feet kissed the dirt,
minding the twigs and missing every trap,
all the biting brambles and twisted old roots,
that were sent to distract you.

You pointed at the leaves, as I grumbled
that the rain ran down them to muddy our haven.
Branches wove together above us, and shook together
in any breeze, a parallel I drew to describe us.

You pulled me into your arms, into
your bed and heart and world,
everything smelled and sang of you,
every moment was a piece of you.

We lingered in our love, fearful
that if we were to rush, to seize it all at once
we’d watch it die so quickly,
leaving love-born scratches in the dust.

When our woods gave way to fields and houses
you soothed my fears, and led me away
to nameless graves and lover’s tombs
each sealed within a page.

Words hid, like we did, all hidden and daring-
we tucked ourselves into a cocoon of long grass
and whispered notions, while bathing in the fantasy
that we would remain undiscovered.

We hid in the sun; persevering against time.
Every loving, licking beam that found us
carried a fragment of poorly drawn dreams,
and every light-fueled phantoms,
every mote of dust, knew us by name.

Reality blended with our woods and streams,
with our bodies together, our fingers twined
until we recalled our divide;
but there is only an ocean between us,
and our nightmares will be quiet with time.