the softness of her tone
     woos like a June moon

tuned-in I swoon on the
     damp sand dune

shrooming, foolishly, my ungroomed
      face shown true

proving our love
    would ne’er move to blue

a golden pontoon flew through
    rolling hills covered with dew

green shoots and fruiting foliage
      wild thistle and overgrown
            Scotch Broom

crooning to you, awe struck by the
      view I lose my pants, shirt,
               and shoes

soon, while a few butterflies
      settle on a nearby pear-blossom
            of blue

our eyes and smiles meet
      as we consider what next
            to do

all the while I think,
       “I’ll be happy as long as I am with you.”