Field of Green

I remember that day last Spring

you called me on the phone

and I met you in a hazy dream

You read me Thoreau’s Walden

on an open field of green

chanting “All good things are wild and free.”

I wrote poetry on the inside of your mouth

Juicy and pink

A delicious memory

Indelible ink

Heated, we stripped our clothes and

bared out souls. Took a dip

in a cool running stream

splashing, until we became two soft waves

merging as one

body of water

You made me scream, oh how you made me scream

Wild daisies grew between my toes

Rosebuds under my clothes

I still hide our flesh-covered poems inside my heart.

Melody Lee's Poetry Cafe