I am wakening, and feeling the strength slowly return to my limbs, I carelessly brush away the cobweb veil that says ‘you were asleep’. Turned upon my side I can gaze in awe upon your grace and beauty. The gentle curves of your body, and the warm dampness of your dawn breathing reminds me of how much I love you. Of how that love brings me, time after time, to be with you here; to lie in your embrace again, and feel the power of your life flow within me.
Yes, we have been lovers for so long now, you and I; our embrace kept secret from those around, and secret it shall be until my bones have turned to dust, my only Valentine.
My hand reaches down beneath the velvet blanket of green you gave me so long ago, to feel the lingering warm of you against my palm. Stroke gently, and you cling to my hand like a last goodbye; and the scent of you grows stronger with each passing beat of my heart.
I close my eyes, and the radiant warmth rises slowly across my naked form; kissing my skin into rapture, the bliss of this morning is not lost to our love. The light is here my love, it is time; and it would serve us not to be found in such sweet rapture as this.
Do you remember the first time we met, how I was hiding on the strong bough of the oak; and you, so softly and with such love, wrapped yourself around me. Did you know I cried that night, I suppose you did for I know that in you all my deepest thoughts are known. Oh yes, I cried plaintive and mournful in longing for that touch one more time. In that moment was I, still but a child, already consumed by my passion for you; and I vowed then and there never to betray you, that I would love you for all time.
Now, many summers have passed; I have watched the moon caste her silver light across your face and have never seen you old. Old, like me now, with joints that creak and groan like some tortured yew within a storm; I rise more slowly than I did before and yet your patience is without limit.
I love you.
Wait, I hear voices, the sounds of others waking; they are upon us and I must go even though my soul is heavy laden, soon my love.
Quickly moving from my lovers nest I move on towards the voices, shrill laughter that breaks my mood; and turning once to gaze upon her form I say goodbye.
“Dad, are you ok? You know we worry about you sleeping in that old cave. Every year we pack the tent you know”
“I am fine, lad, I am fine”, and smiling secretly go to my breakfast.
This land is my land, and so much more; you are my lover, mother and all that makes me who I am; you are my Earth. And when the course of life has ended, when my body is still, I shall return to your embrace; and feel you wrap yourself around me one more time.
Happy Valentine, my Lady xxx
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