I remember the smell of grass that summer, my fifteenth summer
As I hovered over her, pressing mouth to mouth to kiss and taste.
Long slow kisses that set our pulses quickening pounding racing
As we tried and toyed with new emotions, no seconds to waste;
Senses heightened so that I could hear every insect wing beat
As we played and approached new areas, sensations, delights;
Birdsong, so shrill and sweet and clear that hot summer’s day,
Lit by sunshine of such a burning harsh clarity, hard and bright
And the grass waving and whispering and rustling around us
Providing a sweet soft carpet on that green meadow ground.
I can still remember the waving Buttercups, dancing Daisies
These evidences of nature’s breeding games there all around.
Senses so enhanced I believed I could hear the feet of rabbits
Sliding softly, but not softly enough for my newly awakened
Total awareness; and over all in my ears the exciting thunder
Of bloods streaming ever faster through arteries and veins
Of both myself and she accepting my kisses, lying there under
The shadow of my body cast darkly over her;
And when it seemed it could only ever end
One way, perhaps conditioning took control
And suddenly there, just lay two good friends
A boy, a girl, overawed and almost afraid
Of that jump they’d almost made.
The grass was so green that summer
And thick and lush;
Life seemed suddenly to speed
In a headlong rush,
To a very different set of mind
With childhood falling far behind.
There could have been so many dfferent ends
But for us we remained true and trusted friends
We never ever kissed again or even held hands
Or walked alone together through those grasslands