Grass

Let's lie in the grass
And let the bugs
And the dirt
And the sun
Have their way with our skin
As we pretend to doze
On the wavy green sea, glowing in the daylight
Like my heart, glistening beneath your words.
Away from here, when the grass isn't tickling my toes
I question your sincerity,
But somehow, the beating sun,
The biting creatures
The sticking blades
Make you softer.
The silence makes you louder.
The open space makes you closer.
And the daylight makes you more obscure.
I want to hear you
Feel you
Understand you.
But not now.
Now, let's just lie in the grass.

(My poetry, 10-14-07)