The Savage And The Lady

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The Savage


Startled by footsteps
Along solitary woodland path,
Wildflowers fall from trembling hands
Comes from the thick trees
Fierce man of bold countenance
We gaze each upon the other
A curiosity of diversity

At first sight fearsome to behold
Bronze muscles of bare-chested savage
Sheen of sweat, ‘neath hot summer sun
Solitary eagle feather adorning black hair
Eyes like cinders, powerful hands
Hands that could kill with small effort
Could they caress as skillfully?

Fear overcomes my heart, curiosity my mind
Cinder eyes stare at fair skin, and hair of flame
Does his barbaric heart wonder
As emeralds stare back ?
Does he want to touch me,
To see the bronze strength
Of his fingers, against smooth ivory skin?

The pale men of my world
Fade into insipid ghosts
Contrasted with the rich, autumn russet
Of such godlike savage
Tall like oaks, warm like Winter’s hearth
Far surpassing in beauty
Any man I had heretofore seen
On new shore or old

Drawn into the depths of coal black eyes
Fighting for control, lest my pale ones
Too boldly display my desire
Gasping with surprise
As he speaks in English tongue
With voice deep and fluid
Telling me his odd sounding name

Prince of his Virginia tribe
Princely indeed he is
More royal than any English monarch
More commanding than they
With all their crowns and armies
More man than might be a king
More man than I had known before
More than I would ever again know

“Dirty savages,” they are called
This one smelled manly of sweat
Fresh air and pine trees
Cleaner than those men of my race
Who bathed only infrequently
His ochre skin scrubbed
In cool water of the Jaymes
Luminous hair gleaming in sunlight
Teeth unstained, cleaned by mint root
More desirable was he
than any before or since

Silently he takes my hand
Do I dare to refuse a Prince?
Do I want to refuse at all?
Sunlight beginning to fade
Frogs along the riverbank
Calling to one another
As my heart calls out to his
Sweetest surrender never regretted

Cradle of fallen leaves our bed
Canopy of stars our roof
Cricket sounds our symphony
Diversity united as one,
Love our portion forever
Beloved Savage, Prince Of My Heart
Neither days nor distance
Shall dim the memory of
Ivory and bronze mingled



The Lady


Steal through woods, tracking deer
Hot sun, trees sway in breeze.
Sudden scream of woman
In clearing on path
Stands one with hair of fire
Eyes as green as big sea
Stare back at me
Skin pale like feather of hawk

I have known the white man
Learned his talk
At place called Jaymestown
But never seen woman such as this
Never such eyes on man or woman
Or hair flaming in sunlight
Tops of breasts like soft clouds
Show above neck of blue dress
Flowers and heart of Prince at her feet

I tell her my name and not to fear
I see her small hands shake
She picks up flowers
Prince’s heart still at her feet
I want to touch
Soft paleness of her skin
Taste sweetness of her mouth
Lie with her on soft bed of leaves
Never again to leave woods

I hold out my hand, she does not speak
But places little, white hand in mine
Pale against dark
I lift her, small weight in my arms
Seems as no weight at all.
Her arms around my neck
Sweet lips and soft clouds mine
Dark falls, night sounds
Bed of leaves, covered by stars

Heart of Prince is full of love
Never to love another
After Lady with hair of fire
Eyes of sea, lips of honey
And breasts like clouds
One desire, never again to leave woods
Pale against dark always




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