Trek in summer's heat:
we're lost, dizzy in thin air -
suddenly, a path.
Deer droppings lead us
to pool's edge: shh, not alone!
the pair bends to drink.
Ears twitching, alert
for danger. Sniffing us out,
they leap... blur of brown
Snow melt cascades here:
wet prisms break sunset hues,
many rainbows.
Damp clothes hang on shrubs.
We bathe naked in cold lake.
Dust, sweat wash away.
Under waterfalls
I drink from your golden skin -
My thirst, unquenched.
Path leads back to camp.
We eat cold snacks. Who needs fire?
Aflame with passion.
This is just so beautiful, Lillian. One of my favourites of yours. I'll never forget the lines:
ReplyDeleteUnder waterfalls
I drink from your golden skin -
My thirst, unquenched.