Out in the open fields afar,
Breathing in the breeze of spring my last night’s scars.
There’s grass on her naked back and some trampled under my knees;
Twigs in her hair and mud on my feet.
Knots between us unwilling to untie;
Her skin kindling up my heart, under the pink sky.
There’s orchids growing out our ears; pulsars twinkling in her eyes.
Pulling us even closer in the hills are red thorny creepers reaching up our thighs.
Colors of euphoria blooming on her neck;
She and I possessed by this nature’s wreck.
Seasons sway and change to her moves;
The spring leaves wither and autumn plays its grooves.
Impromptu roars of winds we feel on our face;
And the last drops from her chalice stream down in grace.
The winds suddenly take to calm as her panting stops;
Beneath us grow orange summer crops.
And we lay there brazen, lit like fireflies;
Waiting for the spring to return, before our light dies.
poem by – Deven A.
artwork by – @AlphaChanneling