he put her down on soft cool moss
at the paling of the sky
the cool morning air
encompassing them
the shifter and his lady
lips pressing
tongues speaking
the sensual language of love
lives fusing on the loom of fate
a thread without an ending
like a distant harp
playing the winds of chance
making the streams of time unite
each stroke, each touch, each gentle caress
a symphony of early desires
and lives forever joined
pleasures deep
vibrations strong
to rock the very earth
the rhythmical, ancient magic
of the animal passion in us all
she cried aloud as he loosed her soul
and stole the treasures there
and with her swaying beneath his weight
they knew each other well
and so it was between them
of love so bold and spirits joined
by flesh and conscious binding
that even time could never
sever the bonds
of their reuniting
I wrote this poem, which my cousin set to music, a literal dark age ago. I wish you could hear Rod play it on his guitar. I must figure out how to upload a sound byte! Anywho…”The Orca King, II” uses snippets of this poem in the story. The naughty snippets. The above-poem has been modified from its original version–which was entitled “The Lady and the Bard” and was heavily tied into an unfinished tale of mine. Someday…
Here are some title idea for TOKII. I like the bolded titles best. What’s your opinion?
Holding On for Deer Life (I’m kidding)
Magic Happens
An Avenue of the Heart
Bridging Gaps
The Bridge
By Her Scent Alone
Ruling the King
Exposing the Man, the Myth, the King
Man, Myth, King, Snark
Debunking the King
Magic Time
The Book Snark (The Orca King, II)
The Book Snark: An Orca King Tale
Man, Myth, Snark
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Debunking the King sounds kinda naughty… I like that one, lol.
I’m rather partial to “By Her Scent Alone.”