itchy

lying here on the grass

   you and I

not like in those dreamy films

this grass is high

and there are hoppers

and other bugs

but we are together

   at last

our children are not playing around

for we have none

and the silence is broken

by the cars passing by

   now and then

and you are not perfect

   I am angry about that
.

but you are amazed by this hill

and the few trees, leaves and bees

and so much you need  to kiss me

and give and that I forget and relax

   and enjoy this bliss of us

disturbed only by this sweet breeze 

   now.

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Image > wild things - number 2 by Dorit