Rendezvous

Lightly falling rain
soaking her hair
Excited she moved quickly
Anticipating
Feeling the chill
of the night air

Branches hanging low
snagging her dress
Oblivious to the elements
Extremities turning numb
Her zealous thoughts
she could not repress

Sheltering under the trees
he saw her running
toward him
In all her beauty
even disheveled
she was stunning

Facing each other
he was reticent to speak
Holding back his words
reining in his actions
fearing the havoc
he might wreak

Looking into his eyes
she knew it was wrong
Her head lowered
in a shameful repose
She opened her eyes
but he had already gone

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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