Compatible Spirit Of Love

Compatible Spirit Of Love
© Surazeus
2023 09 23

When cool twilight of evening beams mauve rays 
in muffled shadows veiling apple trees, 
Hesperus wanders anxiously through grove 
of wind-fluttering leaves with wordless desire 
for supple passion to engage with words 
faceless stranger whose vision haunts his heart. 

Approaching gleam of level sunset rays 
glancing off pool surface with blinding hope, 
Hesperus sees young woman with long hair 
stealthily dancing with elegant grace, 
taut with lithe tension of perfervid doubt 
to generate life with hot spark of faith. 

Startled at beautiful vision of grace, 
Hesperus crouches behind lilac bush 
to watch sylphine dryad with demure lust 
express sinuous compassion for being 
with nimble gestures of majestic will, 
and echoes wordless melody she hums. 

Entranced by splendor of her supple form, 
Hesperus arrests his breath to observe 
lithe dryad reach slender arm with intent 
to snatch ripe apple from entangled branch 
where feathered serpent hisses to detect 
quick motion of her hand stealing sweet treasure. 

Pleased when the strange woman, with eager strike 
of aggressive hope, snatches sun-ripe fruit, 
then bites soft crunchy rind of squirting juice 
to chew while lounging with blithe unconcern 
on seat of roots curling into moist soil, 
Hesperus prepares to approach with love. 

Pausing when she gazes into bright pool, 
Hesperus hears sweet tenor of her voice 
whisper, "So, Hevah, name your mother dreamed 
while bathing in angelic tears of hope, 
still you linger alone in paradise 
without lover to spark awake your heart." 

Emerging from evening shadow of time, 
Hesperus calls out, "Hevah, I come now 
with passion to share warm embrace with you," 
but she shrieks, startled at sight of his face 
looming from shadow of terror with lust, 
and struggles to escape grip of his hands. 

"You tempt quick eager serpent of my heart 
with passionate hope for embrace of love," 
Hesperus gasps when she slips from his hands, 
"but vanish when I offer to fulfill 
prayer of your heart for seed to fertilize 
field of your womb with our incarnate soul." 

Staring at his face in glow of the pool, 
purple as wine-eye of the surging sea, 
Hesperus ponders why, with fearful cry, 
beautiful apple-tree dryad he desires 
flees frightened from eager grasp of his hands, 
confident his face is lovely to see. 

Hiding behind lilac bush of mute fear, 
Hevah whispers soft echo of his words, 
"Though I am lonely for some faceless lover 
to fertilize my womb with seed of love 
that would generate life before I die, 
I prefer to know well man I embrace." 

Soft echo of her words from lilac bush 
startles him awake from dark revery, 
so he searches shadows for face of Hevah, 
who yet eludes attention of his eyes, 
then frowns, "I will not like Narcissus drown 
attempting to embrace my ghostly self." 

Diving into cold water of the pool, 
Hesperus floats in shadow of his mind, 
then rises dripping with angelic tears, 
and calls out in red twilight, "I will love 
vibrant beauty of your conceptual being 
with selfless concern as guard of your soul." 

"Loving you means I will give with free hands 
fruit of life I gather from Tree of Knowledge," 
Hesperus declares to all apple trees, 
"without expecting gifts from your hands, 
so I will live for you with eager faith, and die 
protecting your soul-warm body from harm." 

Sweet heart-haunting song of the nightingale 
echoes eerily through purple twilight gloom 
as Hevah glides with alert cautiousness 
of reluctant hope to stand with tense faith 
before soul-piercing eyes of the strange man 
who smiles and gives her basket of snake eggs. 

Frowning as she peers at his handsome face, 
Hevah offers ripe apple of desire 
that she swipes from serpentine jaws of lust, 
then grins, "You startled me with sudden hope, 
so better to approach with cautious step, 
and sing sweet tune that woos my heart with trust." 

Arranging stones in circle by the pool, 
Hesperus sparks fire with clash of flintstones, 
then stands guard with diamond-tipped magic wand 
while Hevah cooks stew of mushrooms and eggs, 
that bubbles hot in cauldron on tripod, 
then seasons it with cilantro and lime. 

Eating together at night by the pool, 
their faces lit scarlet by flickering flames, 
Hesperus and Hevah share their life tales, 
presenting events of adventurous hope, 
to compare their progress, and analyze 
compatible spirit of love they share. 

Embraced in Garden of Eden with trust, 
Hesperus and Hevah make love, which binds 
two energetic hearts of fertile hope 
with one tight knot of compassionate faith, 
to create from immortal soul of genes 
new mortal body of child they adore.