The Calling

Treading softly over luscious loam and skeletal leaves Wisps of virtuoso violin slipping through cracks in topiaries A savory smoke curing wild boar With bated breath I hunt the soireé Convivial spirits frolic in elaborate tongues Entwining reveries immortal phantasms become Malaccas irreverently gurgling absinthe Stars making pilgrimage is the sigil I seek Mutual eloquence gayly unfurling repressed romance Battered vessels of spirits employ quills to dance Fey conversation coyly flirting My heartbeats float eagerly ahead in the myst An enchanted portal draws its curtain for my shining vulnerability Blood pulsing, nerves humming, embrace measure of capability A sea of eyes on reflection twinkles? Rainbow sparks! Rest breathing, mingle