Nymph

Nymph

 

Smiling at you over her shoulder,

she leads you into the woods.

The green veil is vibrant hues,

birds singing a joyful tune.

A soft breeze went through those trees.

So did you.

Breathing the pine,

laughing, feeling fine.

A wind went in next with a secret through those trees.

So did hers.

Secrets only lovers know,

except she will deliver a fatal blow.

She pulls you down onto the soft forest floor,

smiling like a seductress,

 kissing lips so sugar-coated you could become a diabetic.

A cold front whips across your face when she leans back to retrieve a case.

Fingers caress along your jaw, holding you still in time to a thrumming pulse.

Crimson shades of inarticulateness are born,

birds abandoning their post as fast as your blood is lost to the amber-colored ground.

Trees whisper the truth

in the clearing while she walks away drenched

in your perverse unslakable

need for what you cannot obtain.     

Joy4no1