We ran. Our soft feet pounded supple ground.
The sweet, tall grass swayed with a warm, low breath
and daisies danced to cicada music.

We laughed. Our immature hands stretched to grasp
the sun’s tender rays. Those bubbles of trust,
of worship freely drifted from our tongues.

You threw me down playfully among the
wet grass, and the weeds with the earthworms.
The lustful shades of green and brown stained me.

My legs weren’t meant to smile. I needed more
time, more patience, but we had a lapse of
reason and let the virtue of the day sweep
us towards each other with fervent holds.

The wildflowers turned their bashful heads away.
I felt the need to ease those shy flowers,
to love them more than you. To watch their love
die as pedals wilt instead of hard eyes.

We stared. Our mistake advanced, like cancer.
It spread out and absorbed into the dirt,
tainted the quiet, simple day; consumed
the sapphire sky, and dimmed the blond sun.

Our bliss faded like clouds, dissipated
and receded into the filth of us.
Our palms had dirt on them and no matter
how hard I scrubbed the blood wouldn’t come off.

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