Zona

The days long past and the smell from the distant rains that I remember.
The lace of her dress and the flowing of soft brown hair on her shoulders.
She told me that I looked gallant upon the horse and I lifted her off the ground as she laughed, that sweet girl and the smell of her as she put her arms around me.
I nudged the steed into a proud trot for this was my lady, my love and she deserved the fine parade around the city. Out in the countryside on the blanket spread out she lay as I looked down upon her as poetic scene that no writer could describe in words of sonnet. She was mine and I hers as no possession so beloved by any other and we did not speak of love in words but all we spoke was love. Her skin so smooth and her lips so soft as to send my soul into spiral flight toward the sun and her to catch me as I fell like Icarus back to her embrace and rose like Phoenix unto her smile again.