~ Lazy Sunday ~
In fields of buttercups I lay thee down, to while away the hours there.
We watched hawks soaring above, and spoke of flying.
We made pictures with the clouds, and talked of bunnies and acorns.
Cool grasses slipped between our toes, as we sprawled beyond the edges of our tattered blanket.
A large shawl spread over us, fought off cool breezes, and the warm sun danced upon our hair and cheeks.
Our eyes spat poetry back and forth like liquid steel, and our fingertips spoke the volumes that our mouths seemed at a loss to find.
You kissed blueberry stains from my fingers, and I in turn drew honey from your lips.
Seconds spun into minutes, and the hours soon puddled around us like the wax of a well burned candle.
With the afternoon light beginning to wain, we picked up our shoes and tattered blanket.
In quiet reflection I led you back to the ragged path from whence we came.
We spoke only of our contentment for the moment, despite the small shimmer of sadness that came with knowing this day was drawing to a close.
And when we parted at the gate, we shared only a kiss...and a knowing embrace.
Copyright ©2000 Bonnie S. Pease
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