petals

how soft are these petals
on my upturned face
I close my eyes
 
and feel the surge anew
of dancing in their rain
with you
 
falling on the grass,
laughing into tears
sinking into love
 
rewinding the years
to our sundappled
youth where we hid
 
from cars in tall grass
and lied together beneath  
the stars on forgotten
paths,  
 
open to the canopy
of high noon sun
and midnight sky
 
and to the mysteries
that slipped between  
the pines,
 
shied away from inquiring eyes
this exotic new emotion
was ours alone
 
as if we were the first
and last to feel the  
electric rush
 
of first love
it was summer
and we were so young
 
when those petals fell
but it seems now
the tree where we met
 
beckons us home