Barefoot on Thin Ice HTML version

Wet grass
The water
On the tall wet grass
Came straight through the towel
And she jumped
Like the virgin
She could have been.
But water on the tail is no match for
A flaming heart.
Just an excuse for
A touch of hands
Trembling but firm
Fingers trailing elsewhere
Almond eyes begging
For more.
I stuck a stalk
Of tall wet grass
Behind her ear.
A gesture of love.
She finally noticed
Ten minutes later
That she was sitting there
Like a damn fool
With a weed in her hair.