Despina's Kiss

Two gloriously wounded souls
a man, profoundly lost
a woman, who had sought forever
met upon a breeze
picnicking in the dark wood.

Oh how they delighted
in the pleasures laid before them on the rug
drinking in the potential they had uncorked
gorging on a lavish feast of flesh.

Melancholy oaks bowed their heads softly
to view the tender festivities
Ethereal rock faces nodded knowingly
as the two took their fill
and the breeze?

The breeze whispered around their contentment
As for a brief moment
in a womb of leaves
neither were searching
both had found nature's way