Romancing Goodbye

I watched in silence from the shadow of the trees
As Rowan approached atop his valiant, black steed
Man and beast were one
In a magnificent display of well-defined muscle
And a primal knowledge of their superb power
The heavy rain had flattened his ebony locks
His clothing soaked through to the skin
Rivulets of water streamed down his aquiline nose
Beading on his tightened lips
His eyes searched for me
Revealing his tension as he peered through
The darkened, damp foliage
He looked wildly savage
I knew at once
He thought I had not come

I moved into the clearing
His eyes held and captured me
I felt pierced by the intensity of their fiery gaze
My breath locked in my throat
My heart heart pounded in anticipation of his touch
It was as it always is with Rowan
He has a strange, fascinating power over me
I am ensnared by some kind of sorcerer's witchcraft
And I wish naught to be free of it
I am weak with wanting him
I love him
As I could never have imagined it possible to love a man
He is in my blood, in my soul and a part of every breath that I take
My heart broke with the knowledge of what I had to do
Was being forced to do
To give up my beloved

I was thankful that my weeping
Had been concealed
By the darkness and the storm
I watched him hungrily
As defeat and desire raged in my heart
He held me entranced
His eyes never leaving mine
As he dismounted and came toward me

I was powerless to do anything
He stood there dark and deliberate
Virile and proud
His deep blue eyes beckoning me
His hands clenched at his side
As I stared into the depths of his darkening eyes
I felt a black chill invade my body
As if it were death itself
The cold dampness of my clothing froze my skin
My body began to quake with the overwhelming fear
That I would never see him again
If I sent him away

And then he touched me
And my trembling stopped
His arms took me and crushed my body against his
As if he were willing me not to say the words
His mouth covering mine with a fierce savagery
That I craved and welcomed
We came together in a storm of sensation
The wind whipping at our bodies
Our clothes flapping madly around us
In that moment
There were no painful thoughts of parting
To cloud my mind
No thoughts of honor and duty
I was pure emotion

His heart thundered beneath my palm
And I knew that somehow
He recognized the desperateness of the moment
He knew that I come
To say goodbye

~Moonlight Dancer