You looked on me with dark, wet eyes,
Fear and longing in their wide alarm,
Me, smiling as I pulled you tight
Beneath a canopy of beech and oak.
I let the lazy seconds hang,
An encore to our gentle wander,
Where you had laughed and shared the names
The flowers bore and I had plain forgot.
We held each other, close and warm,
Hearts thumping as our lips pressed tight,
You, thoughts scattering like frightened birds,
A first kiss stolen in the falling rain.
September 2019, for H.
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