Shantelle
They were stoned out of their bodies and mind at Stonehenge
Climbed over the fence and enjoyed the Cromlech’s shadows
Razor wire would not prevent their midsummer night dream
Of being one with the moon which spilled light into their souls
Eclipsed by ultimate pleasure the couple drugged into paradise
Troubadours of romantic languages settled for tender rebellion
Moss never grew on rolling headstones as they gave it their all
Cunning tongues played a frolicking intro as an owl watched in awe
It was the year 69 on their own personal highway to witches' delight
‘Can’t see the broomstick but we must make love and longing grow’
This was the bosom of nature and he caressed her cusped breasts
Mother Gaia approved pushing and pulling like a sweet tidal stream
The Northern Star polarized free flowing passion and applauded
Changed position as they relived an ancient harmonious fantasy
Nude pastures appeared to suggest psychedelia was clear vision
When midnight oil burnt fire on soft skins joy and lust they glowed
Like a thousand candles on the shrine of togetherness and release
One more revolution sated their quest from penultimate shackles
Liberated from convention they convened and contested the norm
Of missionaries of doom freed from their ancestor’s firm prohibition
When Juliet and Romeo warmed to rays of a new dawn’s allusion
Exhausted and yet fresh in morning glory and dew’s nascent nurture
They had planted one single seed in the womb of sheathed time
One parameter’s barb though had pricked their insane protection
They called her Shantelle meaning stone and doped they had been
16th February 2020
Written for the theme of Shantelle meaning Stone in Old Occitan Language
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