You are like a field of flowers On a moonlit eve in May I could look at you for hours And never turn my eyes away
I lie beside you in the clover Breath caught soft against your skin To need your touch before it’s over As my wanting pulls me in
Your fingers trace the quiet space Between your pulse and mine And as our fingers interlace They slow the flow of time
Yet still they stay but for a little Like dew drops on the grass My defenses, once so brittle Fall away like molten glass
My lips find yours, a slow embracing As fingers trace along your spine A sudden, breathless world-displacing Where all your edges blur with mine.
The quiet gasp, the sudden shiver As fingers arch and pull me near We move together like a river Where all but wanting disappears.
Lost in the damp and tangled clover With parted lips and heavy sighs We love until the night is over Beneath the gaze of midnight skies.
