They would lay in tall grasses at the edge of enchanted forests for
hours stroking and caressing each
other. They knew all to well that the only time they spent together
was when the Gods desired it.
Divine intervention. The gods drove the two to a point
of no return. Gave them drink but never
quenched their thirst. Gave them food but always
left them hungry for more. Myth has it that
Aphrodite watched the lovers during these encounters and grew
envious that she had never attained
their level of passion. So she cast a spell on Pegasus, to keep
the maiden’s heart at bay. His love for
her experienced
only briefly when he was transformed into human form.
Then once more on the back of the winged horse Pegasus.
Falling from the sky , in and out of
clouds, the wind rushing over her skin. Back
home again she remembers, the taste of his
kisses…sweet nectar, the warmth of his body next to hers and the knowledge
that he will find a way.
It is enough, her passion and love belonged
to a winged horse, she belongs to Pegasus.
Mystical creatures.
Fairies ride on
their backs.
Sprites and elves.
Appear from under
their golden manes.
Red and purple sunsets.
Cast an earie hue,
Upon white angel backs.
Touch them not.
The rules of nature are clear.
Never touch a unicorn.
Lest all creation fall.
Mythical Steed.
Bound for the realm
of magic.
Cast your eyes on me.
As you pass my way.
I see my reflection
In your gaze.
I am charmed.
Written by
Doirean
For Howard
copyright July 8, 1999
---
Hearts Speak Through
The Written Word,
With Out You
Poetry President,
Doirean
http://www.angelfire.com/bc/withoutyoupoetry/index.html