Ikwe (Ojibwe woman)

You are there.
Luminescent in the rays of sun showing between the leaves,
Your pheromones hint in the gentle breeze.
To the unknowing observer,
The surroundings may be electric and autumnal;
Written off as creative whimsy.
Yet as the connected soul,
Bound by immortal longing,
I see the unclaimed hill you likened yourself to from memory.
You once  deemed yourself untameable,
Yet your raven hair and disarming smile
Still me into a dream state
And I am forever locked in your gaze.
I pull the pieces of you out of the air
and, alone, embrace you deep in my safe place;
far from public consumption. 
Inside that hallowed space,
I know I am yours and you are mine.
I am content.
Far from the noise outside,
Away from the prying eyes,
Wrapped snug in a bear pelt,
Lie we alone;
Devoid of interruption,
At peace and and still.
You breathe in as I breathe out.
The electricity moves
From me to you,
From you to me,
At every point our skin touches.
Movement is unnecessary.
Words are pointless.
For here and now,
Between space and time,
We are joined together
And that is enough.
Yes, if I look hard enough, 
You are there.