Frehel plays in the dark
Her voice wrapping us in the night.
Tonight I stand behind you
My left arm around your rib cage
tightening you against my waist
my index fingers moving
slowly up and down your back
where it wraps around
My right arm slides up from behind your thigh
up along your right arm
around your neck
and up along your breast
along the lines of your face.
kisses along your neck.
Oh but too soon—
why ruin this playful moment?
I want to dance
and trot to her tunes.
I like the way that the silk of your dress
feels along my arm
and the way the your hair smells as my face is buried in it.
“When the axe came into the Forest, the trees said “The handle is one of us.””
Turkish Proverb (via ofallthehappy)