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