II

A new morning has arrived

She dresses up

with joy and expectancy

As she leaves her house

towards the sinuous

and mysterious,

narrow path,

entering the dense woods,

she lifts the edge of her dress

in order not to soil it

allowing her ankle to be seen

An only glance is able

to twist the head

of an imaginative young man

who is as anxious as her own

 

He leaves his house

Desire pouring out

of his skin

Will she be waiting for him

in the same place as yesterday?

As he approaches the location

a familiar hand comes from the left

between some vegetation

and pulls the base of his head

He falls hard

above a female’s body;

a body he knew very well

and could only touch,

and press,

as his heart beat quickened

due to the hot kisses they shared

 

Time, then, starts its playful games

distorting its own passing

The ground seems each time (?) damper

The air seems as humid as the leaves

they now lay above

It is difficult for them to refrain

from moaning their love aloud

even though there might be

daily morning walkers

passing by

 

As time comes,

it comes with satisfaction

and whispers of love

to one another

They pick up their Victorian clothes

unfortunately dressing them up again

They shouldn’t be seen together

so they decide to see each other again

the next week

for precaution

If only they could keep their promise

they wouldn’t be here today

for they combined the same thing

a day before

Tomorrow, probably,

two young people

will be out in the woods again

 

by José Ruy Pimentel de Castro

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~ by joseruypc on May 21, 2011.