In the lush grass we run
In the lush grass we laugh
In the lush grass we love
In the lush grass we cry.
Your fingers touch my neck,
And that's it, you've past my every test.
In the lush grass the sun is blazing
In the lush grass my heart'll be racing
In the lush grass my vision will be spotted with shining white from the light.
In the lush grass the bugs will be there,
even all through the night.
In the lush grass we will cling to each other with all our might
In the lush grass we've laughed till we've "almost" ***
In the lush grass are hearts feel free.
In the lush grass I'll wish to forever be,
In the lush grass I'll hope you'll forever be with me.
In the lush grass we've grown
In the lush grass we've made this are secret little home- away-from-home.
In the lush grass I wish to never have to go home.
In the lush grass I let time not really pass by.
In the lush grass we lay looking up at the sky.
In the lush grass a single tear is slowly cried,
for every second here in the grass I have you, my love, by my side.
In the lush grass we will die side by lovely side
In the lush grass I've never had to hide.
In the lush grass I've had you by my side, always touching, even in the chill.
In the lush grass I'll love you forever and ever
For the lush grass we deserve and will forever be,
even when are body and soul separate and are free.
In the lush grass we fell in love and will forever be
In the lush grass we found and set each other free.
So now here in the lush grass, will you marry me?

consciously, willfully, I wish it

quietly the Sunday, the sun day, drifts toward,
in its natural game, set, overmatched,
the foregone conclusion, nightfall diminishment

the water songfully swishes,
as the tide departs for places unknown, this then, now
the only natural authorized aural apparition,
the power boats renounce their normal noisy conditioning,
honoring their silenced, under-sail brethren,
as well as admitting their noises disfigure
the fast approaching majesty of the end of
our summer seasoning of humanity

consciously, willfully, I wish it

once again, lush is the quietude,^
now given up, surrendered and surceased to wonder,
how come I to write of these moments so oft,
thenever-ending quest to re-inscribe it on my sensibilities,
in vainglorious hopes that this stamping will last, be the last,
see me through the turgid frigidity of my Lucifer life,
come the fall, the winter, the early dark,
the daylight's brevity, the hurricane season of the mind,
that...need I say more?

consciously, willfully, I wish it

the particular white cloud formation of the moment at hand,
shall stay in place,  be the capstone of my summer living vision,
become permanent part and parcel
of the sclera, the white of my eyes, and when
I will write, soon enough,
my vision white weeping clouded,
you will weep knowingly, sympathetically

consciously, willfully,
I wish for that as well*

8/27/17
6:35pm