You courted me all day long,
And my heart believed your song.
You said I was ‘pretty,’
And I thought you were mightily witty.
By the hand you whisked me to a dell,
Where you said ‘I love you’ until I fell.
Around us shimmered a pale hue,
A mass of heads swayed blue.
There we lay, just you and I,
As a stream trickled nearby.
Dappled light glistened through the trees,
As we listened to the sound of bees.
Sharing a kiss here and there,
Your hands wandered everywhere.
Breast to breast we did embrace,
As I let you untie my lace.
Cold air on skin,
Surely this must be a sin?
‘Palm to palm’ do lovers touch,
Oh this really is too much!
A lone doe skittered past,
As you held me fast.
I looked into your eyes, wide,
How your love filled me with pride.
In ecstasy I cried out your name,
I really should blush with shame.
You made me feel all warm inside,
And your gaze left me nowhere to hide.
Afterwards we shared our dreams,
We talked until we saw moonbeams.
Stars shone bright up above,
As we revelled in our love.
‘Will you come here again?’ you asked,
In answer, I simply gasped.
‘Will you lie with me amongst the bluebells?’
Yes, as long as nobody tells.
Christine Lucas © 2014
Picture by John William Inchbold, British, 1830–1888, Mid-Spring, c. 1856, oil on panel