Together in the Grass
The dampness of nighttime dew
is felt
all around me.
Lying in a meadow by the road,
we are unseen.
Cars whiz by, but please
let this moment
stand still.
There are sounds of traffic,
yet we don’t hear,
only each other’s voices,
echoing softly in our ears.
As we gaze up at the vast, dark sky,
he puts his arm around me— the first time.
Then we reach in for a gentle kiss.
Yes, I glow, this is bliss.
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