Lying in the Grass

Going out to dinner
On the other side
Of town
At some fancy
Crowded restaurant
Drinking bitter
Overpriced wine
Never really
Interested me

Instead let's
Lay in the
Fresh grass
At the park
Beneath the sun
And write each other
Poems across
The palms of our hands
And down the sides of
Our forearms

And when we run
Out of space
At the protruding elbows
Let’s just laugh and let
The vastness of
The impending
Night sky
Write the
Final verse:

On our hearts.