It was not so long ago
that wondrous evening
whiled away on blankets
tossed beneath a tree
the picnic basket’s belly filled
and you with me,
make-do gourmets
whose eyes were fixed
your’s upon my face
and mine upon you

the afternoon drew into dusk
then night and yet
summer’s warmth
like pendulous drapes
hung heavily upon
the twilight there
in disarray
our garments strewn

two children lost
to all but touch
immersed in the thrill
lost to the moment of
first love