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.

Megan Parmarter