After dancing with him in the forest
one recalls few details – only the speed
of reckless feet, the rush of wind
through flowing hair, the giddying swirl
inside firm arms holding safe, and
the after-taste of ecstasy. (He has
many names, the Horned God.)
Written for Quadrille 249 at dVerse. (44 words not including title, which on this occasion must include some form of the word 'horn'.)
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