A Special Place

They are sitting atop the wooded hillside hand in hand
The paths they had gone down to reach here weren’t planned
The air around is still as they gaze down toward yellow haze
Their feelings had stirred loves ember into a roaring blaze

None but these two are around; temperature falls; cooling air
Turning slowly toward each other; one kiss becomes a pair
Suddenly the world falls away; it’s a universe made for two
Separate for a brief moment then into each other arms they flew

Clothes seem to evaporate as if melted by passions loving slice
Forbidden fruit tasted; fervour that heated and melted the ice
Spent, they fall apart beads of sweat glisten upon their face
Panting; they are like two animals resting after a long chase

Drawing the last warmth as the sunsets rays dart between trees
They gather themselves and down the hill they seem to float with ease
The night bird sits wisely on nearby tree; heralding in the night
Lovers leave their nest; returning to there hotel room; and the light

They share an intimate dinner lit only by a single candles flame
Retiring to the hotel suite to which this morning had came
Refreshed and rapped in bathrobe they sit by a roaring fire
Lying in each others arms thinking of passions higher


This was to be the end, perchance, for each star struck lover
A trail of their deceit had been left behind for others to discover
A message had been left for each at the hotel reception desk
Told each of them never to return home; just don’t ask

They rushed to their car anxious and extremely distraught
Speeding down roads lost in thought they were hit by a jug naught
Nobody came to their funerals; not even a mouse did presence lend
Paths that had brought the lovers together had come to a dead end

© Phil Golding

Phil,
This is a really powerful and profound poem - it's very sad.
The language is very beautiful and the scenery you paint.
xxxx