A girl and I

We walked the pastures, a girl and I.
Held hands, so quiet, a girl so shy.
Sat close together in the shade of an oak
Her head on my shoulder, no words we spoke.

Across green meadows below the copse
Soft white lambs ran and played and hopped,
And gambled and frolicked in soft spring sun
While round us gentle bumbles hummed.

Further still we could hear the sea,
Waves lapping borne on oceans breeze,
Above, blue sky no clouds in view,
When into the oak a raven flew.

Not a sound we made, nor movement still
As he eyed from his loft over thick bill,
Fluttered coal black plumage, called to his mate
Then off in flight to where she did await.

The sun was setting in orange fire
So cool the eve but not our desire,
There in the meadow ‘neath ancient oak
I enveloped my girl soft as satin cloak.

Her kisses moist as the morning dew,
Her sighs as gentle as a breeze that blew
Against hot flesh that seemed to sing
To tremble as towers where sweet bells ring.

Then in cool evening, arms entwined
A slow walk home through fields and vines
Paths closed with boughs that seemed to say
Remember this as though your last day.