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Under the Waterfall

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Under the Waterfall

Wings flutter
     off in the distance
as I shuffle through these stones,
tasting the energy trapped in each,
scouring my lands
         for my lost crystal,
that which can mend
what I’ve torn asunder.

In frustration
   I abandon my quest,
deciding to find
     my feathery deity,
the wind carries her scent to me
and I head Northeast,
  diving through brush
          and dodging trees
like only a Lycan may.
She must have picked up on my intentions
for I sense her
  heading towards me
so I veer more northward,
   there’s a place I know.

As I draw near  
   you can hear water
      cascading off rocks,
when I arrive the moon is up,
clouds curled beneath it
as if it were a white pearl
  resting on gray cushions,
to the right 
   the beginnings of a river
being fed by the waterfall,
about 80’ tall
  careening off the three
stone outcroppings
and filling the air in the clearing 
with a fine mist,
 the left is ringed
by long needled pines
which have supplied the ground
with a soft cushion.

My winged beauty
lands on the third outcropping
whipping her hair back
under the waterfall’s edge.
I sprint to the water’s shore
and leap to the first,
as my claws connect
bound to the second,
paws touching
   then legs thrust me 
to the third
where I bring myself erect,
   better to ensnare my love
within my arms.

As I bring her close to me
she raises her left hand up
and caresses my muzzle and cheek
with her claws,
I bend downward
    and gently
sink my teeth
into the side of her neck,
she springs off the precipice ,
    me entwined,
and glides down to the pine needle bed.

As we land 
  she pushes herself up,
drags her right claw
down my chest
     and leans in to drink.
I drag one nail along
    each shoulder blade 
and let her blood
   drip down on me
while I lick my claws clean.

After hours
   she crashes down
into my chest,
exhaustion settling in.
I cup my hand around the back of her head,
   hair entwined
in my fingers
and as she uses her wings
to blanket us
we drift off
into a pleasant slumber
while the stars blink at us
and the night creatures
serenade us with their calls.

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  1. Date: 8/9/2011 8:27:00 AM

    Congratulations on your poetry being once again featured this week before the final round of the PoetrySoup International Poetry Contest Mark. The best to you in the contest. Carol

  1. Date: 8/8/2011 5:24:00 PM

    well done i can fell the love in this one

  1. Date: 8/8/2011 2:16:00 PM

    I love this poem. Winging my way to you very soon, my love xxx

  1. Date: 8/3/2011 10:24:00 AM

    Congratulations on your poetry making it through round one in the PoetrySoup International Poetry contest Mark. I wish you the best in the final round. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 9/17/2009 9:55:00 AM

    extremely romantic reminded me of LadyHawkclouds curled beneath it "as if it were a white peal resting on gray cushions".....petal? perhaps? continue on your journey of star crossed love

  1. Date: 9/16/2009 9:44:00 AM

    Interesting thoughts put to pen. Sara