Long
Slim fingers
Tanned and dotted with golden freckles
Like drops of honey
From years of dancing in the sun
Beckon you forth
A small
Coy smile
Plays across her angular visage
Unsure
You hesitantly creep towards this unknown entity
Tall and willowy
Much like the tree she now leans against
She looks to be one with the willow
Dismissing the thought as irrelevant
You take her hand
Willingly
Blindly
Walking into the forest
Side by side
Never to be seen again.
