Turned around sitting in the grass
I got up the three steps
Sandals made a soothing noise on the stone
You sit there, at the far end of the bench
Seated in an air I’ll never comprehend
Under the burning bright
I fell backwards as I sat, backwards into your embrace
Now, my head in your lap and your hand in mine
The wind was passing and I followed
My closed, cursed eyes inundated in yellow and red
It’s not the kind that demands bursts of tears
But rather a sigh
Just the one