a sonnet: Virgin Terrain

Virgin Terrain

Exploring her exterior was a gentle affair:

Traversing virgin forest trails in awe,

Floret roughshod over ne’er,

A landscape to helplessly adore.

Her canvas a sweep of rolling hills, aflame

With auroral lambency. Crevices

Drape shadows over her delicate frame;

His goddess, his Nemesis.

Together they basked in the light of the moon,

Dull stars reflecting in her chasmic ocean eyes –

Wild, delirious, an infraction picayune.

Every gaze enhancing an artful guise.

Her voltaic touch, his embrace so soft;

Their passionate spirits soaring aloft.


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