Picnic

The Cabernet
warms

The buzz
mingling with bee drone
memorising the petals of the rose garden

Blanket rumpled beneath us

The kids are stepping out
the careless paces of
Gods dance of childhood

the running game
the leaping hiding
dodging laughing complexities
shifting the shape of sound
till its rebounding back across the park
in tinkling silver bell song

And you are warming in the sun
blood thinning
and singing beneath pale skin smiles

I consume your laughter
till fullness swells my belly

I enhance sensation
with a soft kiss completion