An Aussie Blue Mountain house sits high
at dusk on a night without dark nor light,
amongst eucalyptus groves rustling
their scent dusting the wind in flight.
His letter sent months ago, to her alone.
He called for her to join him here, his abode,
their brief meeting on that Sydney street
led him to dream, to hope, to believe.
One day to see her again, away together.
He has waited through seasons, forever
it seemed, but now this night he sensed
a different scent on the wind…hers.
Parting his stone castle, he ventures out,
spies a note stuck to a tree quite stout.
“I’m here…where are you?” she asks…
His heart stops, his gaze lifts, eyes squint,
To see through the eucalyptus trees
for a sign of her, he desperately pleads
with whom…unknown, the universe perhaps?
So taking more steps he drops onto the path.
And upon the next tree is stamped, “Turn left”
with a whip of his neck he swiftly directs
himself around the bend…catching a glimpse
of her linen skirt, it swirls spinning light dim.
To the next piece of parchment, stabbed with hope
“I’m waiting for you, find me…” she beckons.
His pace picks up, he darts forth with intent
this time her golden strawberry locks tempt.
A bit closer he feels, yet not close enough
“Faster, fool…or I’ll run off!” she taunts.
A peek produces her silhouette in shade
a gentle curve of her body he bade…
Note number five increases his drive
“I want you to see me…” this time,
written on her skirt, tossed to the ground
he sees her bare leg daring him around
The bend where finally…note six says,
“I’ll give myself to you, the whole of me, all”
Scribbled in dirt, an arrow pointing the way
and the way…it is up, in a treehouse aloft
He climbs her ladder and finds her there,
dressed only in that lush head of hair.
She awaits, her fire a heat of its own
stirring his, he rises deep down below.
Her seducing green eyes blink
with a pulse that quickens his,
no longer keeping his breath in,
he slides on the bed next to her flesh.
Feverish impulse he can no longer control,
their skin slips together in sweet dusk tonight,
a stranger no longer strange to the soul
this union of two spirits destined
to be one whole.
~ Emily Clapper
Mark from MTmind requested “suggestion” for me to write on…and well, him being from Australia, I almost immediately came up with this story of a romantic chase through eucalyptus trees. I have so much cinematography going on in my mind for this one…it was so vivid, I wanted it to be real. I do hope you enjoy it, Mark, and thank you for the suggestion! 🙂