i met you, sitting in the summer
on a resin scented bench,
asking if i’m thirsty – –
When you led me to the pond
i wondered who you are,
but you have never told me.
you took forest flowers,
wove them lithe as fibre strings into my hair,
so it would look like fine spun gold
and when you kissed me,
i felt the earth dance on your tongue &
fir cone trolls rolled up their sleep sleeves
as we made love all night
on soil-soaked pine tree pillows.
Sinking deeper to the ground
you said i wouldn’t die, instead you wove me wings
and gave me dew from water petals,
telling me it was the morning light &
so i drank until we waded in the sunrise
and grew webs between our toes
..i wrote this poem in response to the One Shoot Sunday Picture Prompt over at One Stop Poetry. Jump over there to read Chris Galford’s interview with photographer Adam Romanowicz, who shot this fantastic picture.