As the sun bids farewell above
the chorus of birds die down,
we’re sprawled upon the fields
singing sonnets and reciting history
She nestles in the curve of my neck
hands begin roaming around
clinging as our bodies weave
slowly melding with the earth
I trace a finger along her skin
a coat of pink adorns her cheeks
her breathing in tune with mine
half-asleep in a bed of wildflowers
The grass beneath comes alive
and the morning light beckons
leading me to waltz in her graces
beyond the gaze of divine scrutiny
I say a prayer of thanks
for this patch of land to worship
to dwell and savor the fruit
in a tapestry of our shared sins
Piece by Jannaya Barrion
