The Lady of the Lake

Each summer, I make love with the Lady of the Lake.
At the Dark of the Lammas Moon, she calls me.
I finish my goblet of wine, and sky clad, leave the cottage.
The stubborn Land offers pebbles and twigs beneath my feet,
But at last, I stand before Her, my old familiar friend.

Her first touch is warm and inviting.
I enter Her easily and gently,
As though we have always been One.
She touches every inch of my body,
And I feel myself dissolving into Her.

Her rippling surface caresses my face.
I feel Her weight pressing against my chest.
She could hold me this way forever.
But I hear my mother’s voice,
And I must withdraw from Her immortal embrace.

Her essence beads on my body.
I look back on Her and savor our quiet connection.
The jealous Air chills my skin and urges me homeward,
While the Lady of the Lake smiles starlight at me,
And whispers “remember”.