The Cottage . . . . 05/14/2010
 You held the door open beckoning my desire to enter your secret cottage in the forest. There was no visible pathway leading me to you only the pathway in my mind as the breezes ushered me through the grassy field. The aroma of the setting, the sounds of tranquilly, the flickering candlelight and the relaxation waiting within, lay deep in my soul. You whisper "Come to me" as I wander near. My lungs labor under the rapid pace uphill to the cottage. Breathing deeply and exhaling with wisps of exhaustion I see your face. A half smile and relaxed chin highlight your glowing invitation. The specks of daylight reflecting from the dark pupils of your deep brown eyes capture my vision slowing my pulse with every step. Strands of dark amber hair dangle delicately from your forehead teasing the scattered freckles upon your cheekbones. I lift my legs over the weathered steps and settle upon the worn planks on the porch. You open your arms and direct me inside as my eyes struggle to adjust to the dim light of the room. Gently closing the door you turn and with only a sigh you reach out to me. I step into your outreached hands and pull you close and embrace your small frame. Your heartbeat swings into my chest and speaks to my being. We move a few steps holding each others arms while standing upon a worn woolen fringed rug. Yeah, you called to me, yeah I came to you, yeah we are here. Comments Your comment will be posted after it is approved. Leave a Reply | "The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself." - Henry Miller
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