Passionate Souls - Peasant Revolt 1425

peasant revolt 1425            For G.C.W.

sheltering
       his slight form
   among the long,
spiked grass
a thin wisp of elf
    had tears in the
       pools of mist
    that were his eyes

and everywhere he looked
   her raven black hair
caressed him with
the scents
of rosemary
     spicy jasmine
and sweet grass

the spun silk-skin fabric
   of her hand's touch
     lingered on
like songs of bards

while her velvet lips
spoke
    like whispers
in the grass
     and even the fateful words
of good-bye
       were gentle forms
     holding his hands.