The Magic Mountain

In the course of our travels

We’re forced to share

The same bed

Chaste but intimate

And even more so

In the carriage

The next day

As we

Commence our journey

To the lofty peak

That great unmapped

Landscape obscured

Beneath the layers

Of her clothes

Working our way up

The shallow bounds

Of torrential sensation

Foot ankle

Stream river

Guided gently

By her hands

Entering the elfin firmament

Sliding right in