Running together in the fields, grass green and flowers red,
the day awash with brightness.
The touch of his fingers along the curve of her waist,
feathers descending gently on her skin,
a rolling field of soft long grass,
bending before the soft warmth of the wind.
His arm, soft and gentle, pulled her close, lips touched,
his animal stirred, circling, fearful, scampering, fluttering,
a rush of power, a gleam of clarity,
roaring with a thundering silence that banished all restraint.
He bathed in the nurturing light of her eyes,
pure whiteness, the slow rhythmic caress of her gaze,
a never-ending flow of softness,
delicate raindrops upon his skin.
She felt his shudder, his ecstasy, her ecstasy,
sharing each other's sighs and hopes, they were one.
He absorbed the flowing caress of her hand, his vigour surged,
a soft breath, a deep void of happiness,
they plunged into a nothingness, floating,
a waterfall cascading over hard rocks, dropping into the white mist.
Entwined, their touching bodies aping the togetherness of their selves,
slipping in and out of perception,
a fish jumping upon the waves,
as their dreams flowed together.
Moonbeams moved across the sky, until the translucent glow of the sun
drew them into the new day.
Their gaze locked, her contentment deep and serene,
eyes sparkling in a joyful tranquillity as he kissed her brow,
she clasped her hands beneath her chin and pushed her face up to his,
the gentlest touch of a kiss, and a prayer on his lips.