a murmuring voice called to him softly from the forest
perplexing, as no one was supposed to be around
no one for miles
that is why he chose this place
the breeze carried sweet songs of wren to his ear
normally he would delight in their melody,
yet their tune was agitating
distracting him from finding the source of the lulling, hypnotic siren’s call
he needed to find the voice that, even now, from a distance,
was having such a palliative effect on him
giving him hope and new reason to live
he walked a bit too briskly through the woods,
finding patches of dried leaves made for slippery footing
and he almost tumbled into the lake before he saw it
and it was her reflection that first mesmerized
there was something supernal about her beauty
he was half afraid she would evaporate when he looked up
yet
there she was… in graphic detail, drenched in sunlight
fully exposed to his hungry, grateful gaze
not vapor, yet not really flesh and bone
skin kissed golden by an artist’s brush,
hair adorned with flowers and moss,
she was the epitome of beauty and nature
she was all he searched for yet never felt worthy of
at once he felt a desire, a lust, not for his pleasure alone
but to see her face alight with joy, with ecstasy
and to know that he had given that to her
who had given him everything
~Melanie Thomason
5/12/2014
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