We ditched our shoes at the edge of the forest
Grass crunching and rustling softly beneath our toes
The wind caressed warm and sweet
And the stars shone bright and proud over the low undulating hills
We tumbled down the slopes, laughing hysterically
And twirled and spun like youth drunk on moonlight
Or love
And tickled each other into quiet piles of wonder and heavy breathing
We stared in happy awe at the silver-punctuated blue-black sky
And hid huddled close from the man with the flashlight
Close and thrillingly wild, nervous in the dark
We leaped onto the bridge, warm and wooden warped
The creek rushing low and far below
And tentatively stepped onto the rails
Considering
Then reaching out a hand, certain
That neither could walk this path alone
Nor would ever want to.