I bury my face in the heated grass
And inhale anticipation
As golden sun warms my bare flesh.
Sweat trickles down my body like rain.
Waves lap the shore as the river rolls on
And I roll over
To admire your summer-dark skin,
Feeling the wind, cool in wet places.
I feel the pull of earth’s wanting
As I taste the salt of your lips
To the applause of poplar leaves.
Honeybees hum in my ears
And tingle in my nerve-endings
At your butterfly-winged touch.
I gaze above me… watching you
Eclipse the sun with far greater fire.
I can smell the sweet fragrance
Of clover crushed beneath me.
My fingers clutch the earth
So I don’t fly away;
Pulling out grass by its roots,
Hearing cries like birds, calling our names.
