Summer Love

Mouth watering feelings on this most
delicious of
afternoons.
You smile
I laugh
fizzy wine – has us
flat on
our backs.
Heck it is so damn hot.
Kicking off
my shoes
the short grass delights between my toes.
I feel
like a child on a picnic where
all the rules have been
removed.
Refusal to enjoy is not on the menu
today.
Staring up, at the palest intimate blue of sky
with
not one single cloud, to spoil the view.
I watch a plane
hanging there lifeless, as if about
to suddenly
drop.
Can’t quite decide if it is over us or not.
Nevertheless
I wave to them.
Being next to you makes me
feel
heady – like a giggly school girl on her
first real
date.
You pull me close
we meld, like two
pieces of
hot buttered toast.
Warm breath – alluring breeze carried
on
the kiss I present to you
‘Let me tell you something’
I whisper
‘Tell me’. You say’!
But we neither
converse another word.
I taste you, sweetest of wild
strawberries.
Palpable silence, echoed only in the picking
of our
two lovers heat wave bones…