Wake

It was beneath the stars we met

and we lay down in the field.

The sky was a glass curtain black

and the grass it was our shield.

And the wind was just a whisper,

and her breathing gaped and slowed

in the summer evening darkness

and the headlights on the far off road.

I stroked my hand along her face

and her eyes lit up inside.

And we were like two children then,

and we had no shame to hide.

But the hour was impatient too

like children awaiting fate,

that we should be so small that night

and sleep ‘fore it grew late.

The beacon blinked our gasps

as waves crashed to the shore.

In the glow of our moonlit grasps

this boy set out to explore.

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--Porter Daryl's Poems