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.”