Picnic

A sweet summer breeze,
a sleeveless cotton dress
Grandma's quilt laid on soft, long grass
this is the time I remember best...

The fried chicken you made,
and my potato salad, too.
The wine bottle in the stream,
the thoughts of me and you...

The day started out, forever,
but as the sun moved slowly West.
I slipped your dress straps down
and kissed your eager breasts

Dishes, food and wine askew,
our clothes forgotten and discarded.
You tasted me and I tasted you,
We joined, mated, then parted...

It's been way too many years,
and life, loss, pain and joy swing and sway.
But, between the then and the now
I never forget that day...