One For Thou Perfect Want

Desire a man, soil'd 'pon his hands,
An eye as wide as summ'ry sky,
Run in the grass and ignore time pass'd,
Dark'ning bare feet, creasing skirt's pleat.

Whisp'ed words s'round as a murmur,
Melt into our arms at cool, shady bower,
My soul does he know, mine words unbespoke,
And only troth betwixt us both.

Heaven's brow a-furrow above us below,
Warm rain now soaking we twain,
Hands and mine, all fingers entwin'd,
Defiant laughter, follow us after.