The grass

My heart is pressed
to the wet soil.
My fingers touch the blades
caress the grass softly.
"Do you remember yesterday?"
I whispered into your ear as you slept.


Yesterday we laid there,
being together, in love.
The grass gave my cotton stains.
I love the stains,
as I love you.

This peace, this grass,
this is my heaven.
No place I would rather be,
than laying on the grass with you.