The Proposal

Through a wild valley
We wandered
Slow, except for our
I, all to myself,
In a panic;
Less frightened by what would be called 'death'.
My companion,
is likewise, too nervous,
and panting in 'secret'
dismay, and now I know
we are lovers;
shame-faced, naked,
in the heat of
an expectant day
He, in all tune to my thinking, has gently taken
my hand. Thus taken,
quivering and silent;
We in love wandered in
the wild land

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem