Thursday, December 7, 2017

                        Sleigh Ride

              
a sleigh ride over crusted snow
beside wolfprints that forked
at the hillside where icicles
glow in conifers  ingest starlight
sparse on the hillside
flung from a forest

an absurd urge to abscond her
willingly wantonly warm in his arms
a fantasy to meet her
pink
still aglow scant of garments
wrapped in mink

abduction’s a fact
a threshold crossed
no desire to turn back
impetus is all
now they’ve gone into the forest
seeking sanctuary

in the depths of dark trees
pine boughs covering tracks
where offering a caress
from rose petal lips
hips on hips
her bright blue eyes hamstrung his


                                                copyright © Dick Russell
                                                                     2017



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