A Meaningless Collection

Midwest Fairytale

We waded through tall grass towards the school

You trudged. I skipped just behind

My white dress, floral and dotted,

flickering between yellow straw and rays of silver

At last, a root took hold

and I braced myself on your back

My fingertips just grazing

the outline of your shoulder blades

We stood there to catch my breath

The wind had swept your hair like a field of gold

Was that a smirk?

Pressing on, this time I followed your shadow

Toads sang lullabies as we rounded the creek

When we finally reached the pond,

lightning bugs lit up the summer air

And I turned to face the hazel in your eyes

You grasped my hand

I leaned in

Your hand running through my ebony tresses,

slipping just past my ear

Drawing me closer to your chest

Suddenly,

all I could feel was your heart,

your humidity

You see, a girl like me doesn't need saving

But I couldn't resist the way you rescued me.