Isabelle and Ferdinand

Isabelle opened the door to auburn skies
And there, Ferdinand stood, extending a rose...
then his hand

Isabelle took the rose and turned
Her breezy steps carrying her down the long, candlelit hallway
Her slender shadow trailing

Ferdinand stared for a delightful moment, then followed
His elegant stride concealing the energy of his passion
In no time his shadow gracefully covered hers

Later that evening
With the rose pedals not quite open
The moon not quite full
The autumn leaves not yet ripe
And the wind, not quite ready to concede to the light drizzle
falling
Isabelle undressed...

And Ferdinand gracefully covered her