naked in the rain, except for coy smile.
the porch is crooked,
leaning into the good earth
from years of shifting soil.
I invite her down the stairs
with out stretched arm
and we dance in the wet grass
like crazies.
the same day
can revolve.
we made love in the garden,
killing the basil and the lemongrass,
our belt buckles getting dirt int he cracks
and my axe ruining the moment
as I throw it east.
her face was supposed to be
writing notes to me.
back to work we go,
never to say a thing
but whispered smiles
where we wish.