Beneath Green Boughs

                                                                  

I loved you beneath

the green boughs

of an oak tree.

My body hummed

to the song your hands

played upon my flesh.

Our green umbrella

was our shield

from prying eyes.

And moments

chased by the

fleeing hands of a clock.

Tomorrow seemed

a distance we would

never have to travel.

Today was our sun,

our moon, our stars

reflected in emerald.

I kissed your lips.

felt your heartbeat,

was lost in Eros’ dream.

But denial didn’t save us

from the ending

of the day.

I couldn’t be yours.

You couldn’t be mine.

Tomorrow robbed us both.

We spoke our goodbyes

and asked the great oak

to keep our secret tucked in its leaves.

  

©Susie Clevenger 2012

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