More than a lover’s kiss

Fell in love and into your lap;

you lay at my knee,

July warmth picking at my nose.

Grass beneath us calling;

desperate for body and touch.

I wonder if the rub of my thumb

is worth more than a lover’s kiss.

Kitchen floor on our bottoms;

knees touch,

and your body,

and my thumb.

I want to wear the

same shorts as you

and meet a God called

Love.