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Escape

Into the night we run
Hand in hand through the forest
we evade capture
Pulses racing, sweat beading, our hearts enraptured
Clothes torn on branches, skin sliced by thorns
As if by the devil himself
His sharp fingernails and horns
A clearing in the wood
offers respite
So out of the dark
we step into the moonlight
Exhausted we collapse
Our captor eluded
Pure joy expressed, passion denuded
A stolen moment, precious time bought
Then a twig snaps

Our heads turn

We are caught.

SW-User

I love this & it's nuanced in its translation, which is a good thing. To me, it can be taken as literally evading danger, but also as a slight metaphor for the rapture of passion; evading the captor by fulfilling such. Methinks it's the latter since I tend to think in analogies. Hmmm....

NewKidInTown · 51-55, M

@SW-User I try to write so that it works that way, the literal it also the metaphorical, so you are correct. Thank you taking the time to read, but also analyze...think. It’s the greatest compliment

MoonlightLullaby · 41-45, F

@NewKidInTown Stalker comment #3 for now..
I'm ever drawn to that moon scene this time. It's funny how one can take something new away each time they read, sunbeam ....it becomes more poignant 😉