Craving
Craving love or something close to it
We ran laughing to the forest
Away from chiding eyes
Blending ourselves into tall grasses
Underneath friendly trees
We fell hard as stone into an embrace
Nothing mattered once we were entwined
Nothing could pull us apart or make us afraid
Not even angry elders
The grass feels cold and damp
But we revel in it's touch
On our fevered fingers
We throw off our buckskins
And cover one another
With the blankets of our love
How beautiful you are, I think
How young and strong and bronzed
Like the deer that scampers past us
You put a flower behind my ear
And caress my face with a gentle hand
Your eyes beckoning me to fall inside
I am so hungry but not for food
I am so thirsty but not for water
I am almost mad with the wildness
I always knew you were mine
Even as a little girl, I knew
No other warrior could ever turn my head
I followed you like your shadow
And we took chances
That only fools would ponder
Your father would look at me
And then at you and shake his head
Then smile behind his hand, chuckling
My father would only shake his head
And sigh and let out angry groans
While my mother scolded me and kept the peace
So many times we almost went too far
But we held back and prayed for strength
And went there in our hearts
Then came the day we wedded
And we were joined with many blessings
And sighs of sweet relief
We were like young wolves chasing prey then
We had caught one another at last
And didn't know what we should do in the catching
But soon we knew exactly what to do
In the absence of prying eyes and teasing smiles
We knew. We knew.
And when the craving came looking
We did not hide from it nor deny it's pull
We let it take us to the forest
And we wild'd away the thunder
And the lightning of each storm
And lay besotted in arms that belonged to only us
You smile at me and raise an eyebrow
And I smile back and pull you again, near
Near this heaven that your love has made here
Craving you in the whisper of the wind
The mystery of the full moon
The sweetness of a summer rain
We love until we are emptied of hunger
And filled up again with rapture
We lie down in desperation and rise up in joy
But always craving.............
...............always craving
And that is good.
©by Voo
Jan 18, 2018
5:02 a.m.
Raptor by John Trudell
