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When I saw their shoes and shirts abandoned

at the edge of the meadow profuse with wild flowers,

I knew---of my own nature, also that this,

this moment might be their coupled beginning.

(Despite old prudes' and haters' prejudice,

nothing about them or between them was amiss;

nor was it sinning).

Long haired, their cargos baggy and their socks grass-stained,

they paused beneath a trees shade to share

a slow, wet, very tongue-swirling kiss,

commencing the erotic bliss

and the ultimate convergence of

their souls in the intimacies bestowed by Love.

Starward