Beautiful golden hillside
Lush with fine, silken grasses
Trembling as he works his Mastery
With every crack like thunder,
Another crimson dewdrop appears;
Meeting one another, dancing into rivulets,
Until her hills and valleys run with ruby wine.
Over and over, agony meets ecstacy;
Mingling tears with sighs
As she shudders with pleasure and pain.
I shudder too, as I watch.
Start at every strike;
Feel each blow as it lands.
I imagine I am there beside her;
And for a precious moment...
We are one.
©Khaos WolfKat 2001