We make  sandwiches together.
Take a picnic to the meadow--
Wine and bread, grapes, and
Hard cheese, of course, cold.
We lay the blanket down
Near the ripples of the brook.
We take off our shoes
And you roll your pants legs up.
I giggle at your toes.
And I raise my dress up past my knees.
You giggle at the thought
Of raising it up further.
Be careful ,you say,
Here, take my hand.
And we step gingerly into the cool
Spring waters as the minnows
Rush around our feet,
Tickling and nipping.
Oh, I say, it's like winter is running through my veins.
Come on baby let me help you out, offering your hand.
How sweet and gentle you are to me.
I sit down on the blanket and you kneel
At my feet, rubbing them and holding them
Between your hands, as you blow your
Warm breath over them, warming them
With your love. Then so tenderly you kiss
The arches of each foot sending a new
Thrill up my body. Oh how I love the
Touch of you.
You lay down and I take the hem of my
Dress and wipe the water from your feet,
Kissing each toe as I would a baby.
You are delighted and embarrassed at the same time.
We laugh;
It's a good day,
Feeding each other grapes, sipping the wine
Picking clover and making daisy chains.
How silly we are, we two who are long past our
Teenage years. But we play and chase each other
In the field until breathless and exhausted.
Then we find each other's faces.
Eyes exploring eyes.
Lips tasting lips.
We are alone.
We are in love.
We make love along the rippling brook
And the minnows scurry around the pebbles
Rushing in streaks of silver.

Kathy Lockhart
2/3/08