Oh Sweethearts

And slowly we’m sweethearts atween the wet grass all river-licked, lime dust in our hair and both of us so frightened, blind as moles. But wanting something. Wanting. We’m side-by-side on the grass, me barefeet in the water, bowing our heads, gentle as osses at the water trough. I can feel his shoulder ashiver and it makes me bold, makes me jumpy, so I hold out me ond till he takes it and kisses the palm like he’s eating sugar from it and we’m off ...