I Am
I AM
waist deep in wild flowers in a meadow seen from
atop a small rise
being sniffed by a beautiful doe standing at edge of
the forest
surrounded by heavily wooded mountains looming
deep blue in the distance
so content just a trickle of a stream at my bare feet
not thinking of worldly things
sipping from a cup of sweet white wine which has
cooled in the stream
thinking of love not lurid not wild
in the arms of first love that unforgettable
careless with the wine pouring another glass full
dreading that point when the great ball of the sun
sinks beyond
feeling that dark purple color run my arms
shoulders chill
silly the day is young and here she comes
back from gathering fire wood
just tipsy enough to fully enjoy her pink pink lips
lost in the moment first love forgot
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