Night in the Field

Night in the Field

Spinning around in the rain,
Your hand caught mine
And the world stopped still.
We tumbled, laughing, to the grass,
You landing on top of me
And everything going in slow motion.
The night lit up with electricity
When you brushed your lips against mine.
And here we lay, hours gone by,
Sleeping in each other’s arms under the stars.
I trace your lips with my finger,
Your eyes flutter open
And you blink them hazily.
I smile at the sight
We don’t move an inch.