without sin

gently with my warm hand, I place you

in the pocket of my soul, you can't walk away.
we’ve shared soft wet kisses and
so many lustful embraces, this, before we
unabashedly consummated our love at that
unforgettable place where only
you and I remember. we didn’t care of the many
eyes that were upon us as chippies stopped
their play and perched on weeping willow
limbs drooping like an English Sheep dogs coat
hiding its eyes and only he knows what he sees   

like Adam and Eve before shame befell them,

we meld our juices with the earth to let it know
we are aware we come from it and to it
we will return but until then we’ll play and
trample gently upon its face making shadows
in the sun and cooing sighs in moon light.
and with permission of the Universes spirit  
we’ll gather with our friends and also let them
know that playing without shame amidst the willows
and the eyes of chippies is once again ok whether in
the Sun or in the rain like Woodstock hippies

and as I walk along that harbored place

I shall reach gently into the pocket of my soul
and pull you out so that you can sit with me
and maybe we will again make love the way
we once did. no sin shall force us to cover
our eyes as we dance shamelessly while making
shadows in the Sun and then we’ll fall asleep in
each other’s arms underneath the moon and stars
and kiss the feet of our favorite willow tree