It was just the four of us
The grass, the breeze,
him, and I.
I lay on his shoulder,
intoxicated by his breath
that filtered through my hair.
His hand slipped from my face to neck,
mine did into the grass
I took a handful, as he flicked my hair.
I looked up, as my lashes
brushed past his chin.
He smiled, as I smiled from within.
I closed my eyes, as he held
my face in his hands,
and placed a kiss on my fore.
I looked, bedazzled,
into his eyes,
which sparkled like a diamond.
I wish we’d stay like this,
said my eyes,
I wish the same sveetheart, said his.
PS: I have no title for this one. Plz suggest one, if you wish to give it one 🙂