Picnic day with my love. I brought out all the stops for today, not like the last trip, lost in hills.
This time we reached for tangibility, the accessible, the familiar
Drifting of wind under our clothing, at our mouths. We stumbled into an Eden today, creation mumbled
Bleak lullaby. Scattered whirligigs with sessile heather. Leaves of fall in careless choreographic.
I removed hair from your eyes and gave my first butterfly kiss.
I only wish that once the world could see.///