Fight for You
In a shallow field, red with flowers,
you lay in the grip of ivy clad roots,
lost in the dark beauty – a dark power.
Do I dare to trespass? Follow pursuit –
dare I? For the ivy clad roots show no
mercy, except to you, my dear, my love –
for you are as innocent as a doe –
nature's virginity, a fallen dove.
But my inclination lies towards taking
you from nature's grip upon your body
so I risk the wrath of nature, shaking
with fear at nature's defending army.
Even if I am left by nature bleak
your love and body are what I seek.