Pilgrim Girl

I'm not sure how it begins

She knows just how to sway her skirt

To accent the curve of her curvaceous hip

Her cast down eyes lead you to the

Temptation of cheeks so crimson you just might

Mistake them for apples

But if you saw her fluttering about

From task to task

You might mistake her for

Just a pilgrim girl: properly prim

Oh but have you seen the stars

Rising in her night-time eyes

When bells of laughter shake her

Unjustly imprisoned hair?

I'm not sure how it begins

But she's got me reeled in

Reviews

[Crowley]

I love the subterfuge, pilgrim girl becomes pilgrim woman in the full moon light, a lycanthrope of sorts. This gave me butterflies, the good ones. When that connection is made, its all the details that make me flush. Standing in the sub zero cold without a jacket and proper footwear just for one more taste of those lips. Fantastic.

[Robin]

these are lyrics of the heart singing , a favorite A.A.

[bluessadmood]

Ohh some words and images here really touching..
how i liked the crimson cheeks the eyes falling down to them red
like apples..and have you seen the night stars in her sleepy eyes
and the laughter that shakes the air and room coming back to life
how i wonder ,sill how i wonder
lovely write..