An Enchanted Place

bid farewell to times of innocent

provocation, to days when the

mystique of secret femininity

was reflected in nature’s jewelery,

droplets trailing across delicate

skin, enlivening nerve endings;

nights when sweetly fragrant

perfume twined newly awakened

senses: pleasurable encounters

recalled in a blossoming of bliss,

tempered by an understanding

of life’s poisons, bitterly acquired

This was Day 37 of 365 Days Wild.