She swayed in the breeze
Beneath those wide willow trees
Like a fragile, fallen angel in white
But though I had started
Her lips remained parted
And I knew then that she was all right

She called to me lightly
Cooing, and, brightly,
I closed several inches of space
I stood as though touching
This miracle clutching
My arm and the side of my face

She pulled me in, then
And I did not know when
The earth had stopped twirling about
But when locked lip-in-lip
And when tongues inward slip
There's no want to find ways to get out