The Meadow — a poem

Take me back to the meadow
With the single tree
In the middle,
Surrounded by the kind of grass
That made my skin tickle.
On the path where
You carried me
Over puddles
And held my hand.

Let’s sit and talk,
And share bravely again.
Laughing at something
Horribly unfunny,
A shared secret of love of absurdity.
And I lie, in the nook of your elbow
Leaves waving above me,
As you kiss me, nervously
My hair a blanket on the twiggy floor.

Tell me you love my eyes again,
Now opened to my innermost me,
Even briefly,
Wide and drinking in every detail,
So when I think back on my journey home,
I’ll feel every hair the wind moved,
Hear the buzz of every bee,
And feel your voice,
Deep in my chest,
So my heartbeat matches
The flutters I kiss on your neck.