Farm smell,
cattle sounds
over the field.
You and I
lay on the grass
in the churchyard.
You were talkative
and I listened to your voice
as if angels
sang around me.
Your mother you said
asked about me.
I was invited to tea
the following Sunday.
I told you
about the wren's nest
I found, but never
touched the eggs.
You turned to face me
and we kissed.
Lips on lips touch;
we parted and gazed.
Your dark eyes
peered into mine.
Your fingers
touched my lips.
Mustn't tell
about kissing,
you said.
I said I wouldn't tell.
We lay back
on the grass
holding hands.
We were silent
listening to the cattle
and birds in the hedge.
Felt your fingers
in between mine.
Soft touching.
I wanted
to kiss you again,
but didn't say,
just us
and the sun on us
as we lay.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
Farm smell,
cattle sounds
over the field.
You and I
lay on the grass
in the churchyard.
You were talkative
and I listened to your voice
as if angels
sang around me.
Your mother you said
asked about me.
I was invited to tea
the following Sunday.
I told you
about the wren's nest
I found, but never
touched the eggs.
You turned to face me
and we kissed.
Lips on lips touch;
we parted and gazed.
Your dark eyes
peered into mine.
Your fingers
touched my lips.
Mustn't tell
about kissing,
you said.
I said I wouldn't tell.
We lay back
on the grass
holding hands.
We were silent
listening to the cattle
and birds in the hedge.
Felt your fingers
in between mine.
Soft touching.
I wanted
to kiss you again,
but didn't say,
just us
and the sun on us
as we lay.
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