During heat of day, they swam in the cooling waters of canyon stream; and in the eve, they made love on a blanket strewn upon bed of fallen needles beneath shadow of the pines as sky caught fire in last glory-flame of day. Sweet acridness of pine and the moisture-heat of love held in surrounding air as evening’s change stirred winds and cathedral whispers spoken through verdure of canyon’s corridor. In their after, they lain together gazing through canopy of bows onto sky as stars filtered through day’s fading light.
When whispers of the world receded, falling again to silence, and sky shone as only stars and shadow of boughs between, they made love in new-sense coolness of mountain night; with an intimacy of bodies holding, keeping in embrace against a cold that breathed upon skin left bare: ungraced, uncovered by the warming touch of other. In passion’s keeping hold, they loved into night beneath starlight glow that waxed and waned to swells of flooding and emptying after-sense. Their sounds became new-canyon song voiced amongst infinitude of others in a world of lived and seeking love for achievement of transcendence—new potential life—beyond one’s own short and evanescent time.
As daylight broke, they loved again in the new-light warmth of golden sun cresting over ridge bathing bodies in cosmic ray filtered through standing pine. In the new-light gold, their bodies beaded in the heat of light and love’s passion-give; and when it all lived, they washed after in the pure, cooling waters of canyon stream—invisible to world—in the privacy of space and forgotten, open wild.