Shadows
flicker the moonlight
that bathes our skin
in
a citrus haze.
The soft dark lies
like a blanket
over our play,
then we roll
and we rumble.
Legs wrap
as we tumble
tongues explore
and tickle,
and we giggle.
A hush hums
through the air
there
around us,
then we swing
and we sway
and we fray
our fingers
through our hair
and squeeze the air
that whispers
through the grasses
beneath us.
© JMariah, 2011
