Cabin Fever
Life began for her in a quiet cabin
nestled amongst four acres of trees.
Deep into the forest,
she became alive.
His scent, mixed with earth smells
and wildflowers, calls to her like
the morning dove,
wooing her to his side.
She is washed
in the ardor of his passion,
drawn like spring water
to quench this thirst,
a thirst like no other.
It is as though
she and he are
embraced, entwined,
the image of the ivy
growing, covering
the sheltered cabin porch.
They share a love that protects,
respects, involves, revolves
around the purity
of their deepest desires.
And,
in this time of enchantment,
they lived their dream.
And,
it was real
until
they parted.
Kathy Lockhart
1/20/07
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 17:09
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