We stand together
Rowan and Ash
Forever pining for each other
Always close but so very far
My skin dark
His skin fair
We were never meant to be
And yet still we wait
Forever it seems
For a union that can never be
Silent and longing
Unmoving
Until the day
Only once a year
When the nymphs dance
And the sprites play
Our stiff limbs stretch
Our bodies move
We reach for each other
We cling to each other
My lips red
His hair white
Our bodies one
Supple and strong
Rubbing together
Exquisite friction
Groaning
Creaking
Loving
Creating
Until again we stand together
Together yet all alone
Our day has passed
Only memories linger
But maybe
. Something else?
A simple fluttering
A change in my unchanging form
A life anew
A seed to grow
My lover and I
Sway happily in the warm breeze
Perhaps we are not alone after all?
But my skin is dark
His skin is fair
My lips are red
His hair is white
And we were never meant to be
They steal my love from me
They tear him from my side
They cut him down in his prime
They haul his body away
Once we stood together
Now I truly stand alone
I weep for him my Ash
My tears thick and sticky
I groan his name in the chilling wind
From lips that have lost their red
With the warmth comes our youngling
In the Spring's loving embrace
With her growth returns my happiness
In the Summer returns my grace
Fair skin
With red lips
Our union created she
Surely she was meant to be
We stand together my Ash and me
Our leaves ruffling in the wind.
. . ” Peter said to me
We stand together
Rowan and Ash
Forever pining for each other
Always close but so very far
My skin dark
His skin fair
We were never meant to be
And yet still we wait
Forever it seems
For a union that can never be
Silent and longing
Unmoving
Until the day
Only once a year
When the nymphs dance
And the sprites play
Our stiff limbs stretch
Our bodies move
We reach for each other
We cling to each other
My lips red
His hair white
Our bodies one
Supple and strong
Rubbing together
Exquisite friction
Groaning
Creaking
Loving
Creating
Until again we stand together
Together yet all alone
Our day has passed
Only memories linger
But maybe
. Something else?
A simple fluttering
A change in my unchanging form
A life anew
A seed to grow
My lover and I
Sway happily in the warm breeze
Perhaps we are not alone after all?
But my skin is dark
His skin is fair
My lips are red
His hair is white
And we were never meant to be
They steal my love from me
They tear him from my side
They cut him down in his prime
They haul his body away
Once we stood together
Now I truly stand alone
I weep for him my Ash
My tears thick and sticky
I groan his name in the chilling wind
From lips that have lost their red
With the warmth comes our youngling
In the Spring's loving embrace
With her growth returns my happiness
In the Summer returns my grace
Fair skin
With red lips
Our union created she
Surely she was meant to be
We stand together my Ash and me
Our leaves ruffling in the wind.
. . ” Peter said to me
We stand together
Rowan and Ash
Forever pining for each other
Always close but so very far
My skin dark
His skin fair
We were never meant to be
And yet still we wait
Forever it seems
For a union that can never be
Silent and longing
Unmoving
Until the day
Only once a year
When the nymphs dance
And the sprites play
Our stiff limbs stretch
Our bodies move
We reach for each other
We cling to each other
My lips red
His hair white
Our bodies one
Supple and strong
Rubbing together
Exquisite friction
Groaning
Creaking
Loving
Creating
Until again we stand together
Together yet all alone
Our day has passed
Only memories linger
But maybe
. Something else?
A simple fluttering
A change in my unchanging form
A life anew
A seed to grow
My lover and I
Sway happily in the warm breeze
Perhaps we are not alone after all?
But my skin is dark
His skin is fair
My lips are red
His hair is white
And we were never meant to be
They steal my love from me
They tear him from my side
They cut him down in his prime
They haul his body away
Once we stood together
Now I truly stand alone
I weep for him my Ash
My tears thick and sticky
I groan his name in the chilling wind
From lips that have lost their red
With the warmth comes our youngling
In the Spring's loving embrace
With her growth returns my happiness
In the Summer returns my grace
Fair skin
With red lips
Our union created she
Surely she was meant to be
We stand together my Ash and me
Our leaves ruffling in the wind.
. . ” Peter said to me
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