Tall palms stand like sentinels in the night sky, guarding cries that mingle with those of night creatures, crickets and tree frogs —
a chorus both wild and wonderful.
She screams at the top of her lungs, inhaling cool forest air,
intent on starting an echo party with far constellations;
near ones winking and blinking,
participants in a well orchestrated foreplay —
This ancient dance of love tinged with just enough lust,
raising the excitement
to symphonic levels
that threaten to unbalance the balance
of director and cast.
As untamed sounds from euphoric lips
travel through an eternal time and space, adding layered dimensions to a backlit sky enhanced by a shy moon,
ardent nature cools.
Impassioned whispers tickle sensitive ears,
sending gushes of warmth and wetness to sahara sands;
she readies a melody of blended sounds,
breathlessly nodding, inviting an encore.
© I. Trudie Palmer
One Love