He slunked down to the ground
He saw a shadow, not his own
“Where have you been?”
She asked him with surprise.
“I’ve been here getting shade
From the baking morning sun.”
The park was empty
But for their huon cries.
“You left me,” she said, scolding him.
“You wanted time alone. Besides,
I wasn’t meant to be there
But by chance.”
“I’m not allowed up to your bedroom –
Remember what happened once before.
It was half past midday,
When she ended our romance...”
“But you left me,” she said a second time,
Forgetting what she really meant to say
Her sleeveless cotton dress
Was on her mind.
She flicked her brown hair past her shoulder
And tilting her head to one side
Her strap fell to her upper arm,
He moved ever closer
Sitting on the grass under the tree
His eyes no longer shaded
In the sun
Had he ever stopped believing?
Was his mind attuned to hers?
Did he think she was, of all the girls,
The noonday sun was getting stronger
Than the morning ever had
They came to share the romance of a kiss
Not since first date memories
Parking by the lakeside in the night
Had he felt something, anything, like this.
May the cotton-dressed brunette
With hair waving in the breeze
Desirous, yearning, wanting him some more
Walk with him from the park
Their eyes set on the light, left on inside
Her apartment, near the pillow
By the window, past the door
He put his finger to his mouth
And told her so quietly to shush
They spoke a language known only
Ever, unto them.
They spoke a language, reminiscent
Of the first date they’d ever had
They were a blooming flower
Lightly watered, from the stem.
Published by Owen Tilley