Beneath the stars a sanctuary laid
a lover who ignites,
never a deceiver.
But there’s no need for masks here,
no need for that facade of joy.
What’s there to celebrate,
when he feels like a captive,
trapped in his own words?
I wish he could show me his true self,
his sorrows, his raw emotions,
unfiltered and free.
With me, he can roam,
unfettered, as he's always done.
He's wistful again,
haunted by the ghosts of yesterdays,
dreaming of escape,
far from this chaotic city,
to his little sanctuary,
nestled at the forest’s edge,
where the wild things roam.
That place has grown lonely,
a refuge for creatures,
waiting for his return.
“Shall we flee there together?” he ponders,
but he knows my answer,
no need to ask, my love.
Just a flick of his finger,
and we’re off,
tracing paths through spring’s embrace,
searching for his forgotten castle.
We’ve danced this dance before,
between lockdowns and the absurdity of it all.
I’ve been in his forest retreat,
savoring the stillness,
the peace of life shared with him.
He flung open the windows,
inviting the forest’s breath
to sweep away the dust of solitude.
Perched on a fragile sill,
he lit a cigarette,
sleeves rolled up,
weary from the day’s toil.
He tossed his damp hair back,
glancing at me,
a hint of confusion in his eyes:
“Is something amiss?”
I simply shook my head;
he was a ghost of the woods,
ethereal in the evening glow.
“I just crave you, that’s all.”
A deep, sensual sigh escaped,
the cigarette extinguished.
That’s it. Just that.
So little, yet so profound.
I longed for him to love me,
beneath the stars,
unashamed, fervent.
I yearned to slip beneath his skin,
to become a part of him,
forever intertwined.
He exhaled, perhaps pondering
how destiny entwined our paths,
casting aside the barriers of time,
distance, mindset, and age.
Maybe we’ve always been those cosmic soulmates,
for without each other, the world feels too bitter, too sharp.
He murmured sweetly melancholic nonsense,
as we sprawled on the worn carpet of the living room,
but his words were never false.
Then came the warm embrace of May,
and he led us deep into the forest,
pitching our sanctuary beneath the trees.
I watched, grinning, as he dipped his slender feet
into the cold stream, shivering at the chill’s caress.
I followed suit, feeling the icy grip seep into my bones.
"That’s all I’ve ever desired," he sighed, pulling me close,
"to be alone with nature,
with a woman who sees me clearer than the rest."
We roamed barefoot over the soft, green moss,
lost in silence for what felt like eternity,
and at night, I glimpsed the stars anew,
not in the sky, but in his eyes,
as he held me, steadying my fall,
swaying in a rhythm that belonged to us alone,
whispering my name like a sacred incantation.
Neither his soul nor his heart, nor his body,
ever deceived me.
Only time,
carelessly promising an eternity in his arms.
[2022/2025]
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