“Magpies and Swings…”

By Ben Woodford

The Magpies call and sing to each other,

And the rustling breeze shakes the trees.

The gentle whisper of summer’s grace,

Falls upon our blooming love.

Slides and swings, playgrounds for children.

Or perhaps a safe haven for those who want a place,

Where only there own thoughts can water,

The seeds of passion which lie in waiting.

Dreamy eyes, fair and smooth skin,

Wanting and desire grow within,

And ideas and hopes fill the mind,

Suddenly even the sun feels cool.

Awkward silence, Impending doom,

We both know what comes next.

Like a predator and her prey, both poised for the chase,

Neither one ready to make a move.

Stealthily she approaches.

Seductive, confident, gracious.

Trapped against the swings,

No where to run, no desire to leave.

Now in your arms, panic is rising,

Do I or don’t I, heads or tails.

If only it were that simply,

Christ now she’s looking at me.

Suddenly time stops and all other sounds go quiet,

A strange peace falls upon me.

In your arms we are one,

I find myself defenseless.

Some unknown force draws me closer,

And suddenly it seems so right.

My lips press gently upon your cheek,

And great happiness erupts from within.

I feel the warmth of your lips on mine,

My heart pounds within my chest.

I feel light and feint headed,

I don’t want to stop, I don’t want it to end.

The taste of your lips will not leave mine,

Even after we’ve all and gone.

A smile grows upon my face,

Its been a while since I have smiled.